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 Montenegro and from London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Slick Rick to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Quando Quango,
the Soft Cell,
the Swans,
Delon & Dalcan,
John Coltrane,
Sister Nancy,
Model 500,
the Sonics,
Surgeon,
The Vogues,
Marmalade,
Technova,
Chris & Cosey,
Au Pairs,
Glenn Branca,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Boredoms,
X-101,
Stetsasonic,
Dark Day,
Nico,
The Knickerbockers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Techniques,
Black Bananas,
Rites of Spring,
Icehouse,
Lou Reed,
Ronan,
Tears for Fears,
Groovy Waters,
Stiv Bators,
Maleditus Sound,
The Remains,
Leonard Cohen,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Crispian St. Peters,
Hoover,
The New Christs,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rosa Yemen,
Tim Buckley,
Suicide,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Goldenarms,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
PIL,
Josef K,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sun Ra,
Bronski Beat,
Audionom,
Brothers Johnson,
Slave,
Joy Division,
Lou Christie,
Monolake,
Lee Hazlewood,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.