Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Malaysia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Gastr Del Sol to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Nirvana,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Slackers,
New Order,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Barry Ungar,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Victims,
Massinfluence,
Prince Buster,
Janne Schatter,
Piero Umiliani,
Nico,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Charles Mingus,
Bill Near,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Drexciya,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Big Daddy Kane,
Steve Hackett,
Marmalade,
Byron Stingily,
Aaron Thompson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Minutemen,
Harpers Bizarre,
Scrapy,
Lower 48,
Lakeside,
the Swans,
Lyres,
Patti Smith,
Angry Samoans,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Stetsasonic,
Ultimate Spinach,
Quantec,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
DJ Style,
Warsaw,
Harmonia,
Pagans,
Talk Talk,
Bobby Womack,
ABC,
Dark Day,
Harry Pussy,
The Evens,
Bootsy Collins,
Faraquet,
Scientists,
The Motions,
The American Breed,
Derrick May,
Desert Stars,
E-Dancer,
John Foxx,
Barbara Tucker,
Gregory Isaacs,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.