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 Taiwan and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Marcia Griffiths to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec 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 an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Black Dice record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Interpol,
The Vogues,
The Gories,
Hoover,
Susan Cadogan,
The Beau Brummels,
X-101,
The Seeds,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Supertramp,
T.S.O.L.,
La Düsseldorf,
MC5,
Oblivians,
The Saints,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lyres,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Black Dice,
The Slits,
Scott Walker,
Eddi Front,
Todd Rundgren,
Anakelly,
Ten City,
Mark Hollis,
Sun City Girls,
The Pop Group,
Quando Quango,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Panda Bear,
Jawbox,
The Blackbyrds,
Glambeats Corp.,
Country Teasers,
the Germs,
Godley & Creme,
James White and The Blacks,
The Real Kids,
Joensuu 1685,
Sandy B,
Lalann,
Yaz,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cecil Taylor,
the Soft Cell,
Electric Prunes,
Junior Murvin,
World's Most,
Prince Buster,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dennis Brown,
Mandrill,
The Cowsills,
Swans,
Lou Reed,
Todd Terry,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pagans,
The Raincoats,
Rhythm & Sound,
Alice Coltrane,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.