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 Nauru and from Tokyo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Little Man to the rock 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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Techniques,
Marmalade,
Stiv Bators,
Fela Kuti,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Laurel Aitken,
The Flesh Eaters,
Connie Case,
Graham Central Station,
Moby Grape,
Pulsallama,
The Zeros,
The Monochrome Set,
Avey Tare,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Fortunes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Idris Muhammad,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
U.S. Maple,
Bobby Sherman,
Grey Daturas,
The Real Kids,
Brothers Johnson,
Television,
Hashim,
Gang of Four,
Bush Tetras,
Shoche,
The Fugs,
Kas Product,
Derrick May,
Eric Copeland,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Soft Machine,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lebanon Hanover,
Little Man,
Prince Buster,
Quando Quango,
New Order,
Monolake,
FM Einheit,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The J.B.'s,
The Buckinghams,
Surgeon,
Mad Mike,
Girls At Our Best!,
Moebius,
Donald Byrd,
Scientists,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sexual Harrassment,
Make Up,
The Detroit Cobras,
Drive Like Jehu,
Marcia Griffiths,
Stereo Dub,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.