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 Qatar and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lagos.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The New Christs to the dance 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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Second Layer,
The Happenings,
John Foxx,
Sonny Sharrock,
Half Japanese,
Depeche Mode,
Ituana,
The Monochrome Set,
Aloha Tigers,
This Heat,
Aswad,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Minutemen,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sister Nancy,
Saccharine Trust,
Robert Wyatt,
The Birthday Party,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Marcia Griffiths,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
AZ,
Traffic Nightmare,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sällskapet,
Sparks,
Lyres,
Kerri Chandler,
Lindisfarne,
Visage,
Lalo Schifrin,
UT,
The Invisible,
Nico,
The Seeds,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
kango's stein massive,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Pop Group,
Mr. Review,
Anakelly,
Janne Schatter,
JFA,
Jerry's Kids,
Slick Rick,
Suburban Knight,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Monks,
Neil Young,
Yazoo,
Stiv Bators,
Lakeside,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
R.M.O.,
Donald Byrd,
Con Funk Shun,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.