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 Kazakhstan and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Toni Rubio,
the Fania All-Stars,
Los Fastidios,
Ronan,
Minutemen,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Massinfluence,
Niagra,
Eric Copeland,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sam Rivers,
Juan Atkins,
Albert Ayler,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Soft Cell,
Sonic Youth,
Banda Bassotti,
Black Flag,
Angry Samoans,
Bill Wells,
Frankie Knuckles,
Max Romeo,
Country Teasers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Absolute Body Control,
Yazoo,
Ossler,
Aloha Tigers,
Pantytec,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Althea and Donna,
U.S. Maple,
Erasure,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Archie Shepp,
Soft Cell,
Magma,
Black Sheep,
Bang On A Can,
The Techniques,
Procol Harum,
Thompson Twins,
Masters at Work,
Deadbeat,
Faraquet,
The Dave Clark Five,
Alice Coltrane,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Avey Tare,
Public Image Ltd.,
Camberwell Now,
Sandy B,
Eddi Front,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.