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 Liberia and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 David Bowie 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 Faust to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Ludus,
Visage,
New Order,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Litter,
E-Dancer,
The Blues Magoos,
The United States of America,
The Raincoats,
Darondo,
The Leaves,
The Saints,
Sugar Minott,
Slave,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mission of Burma,
Q65,
Masters at Work,
Godley & Creme,
DNA,
Derrick Morgan,
MDC,
Big Daddy Kane,
Reagan Youth,
Outsiders,
Andrew Hill,
Porter Ricks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Swans,
48th St. Collective,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Human League,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ken Boothe,
Yusef Lateef,
Black Pus,
Rapeman,
The Beau Brummels,
Bluetip,
Sonic Youth,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Loose Ends,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lightning Bolt,
Young Marble Giants,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sällskapet,
Hasil Adkins,
Sixth Finger,
Donald Byrd,
Freddie Wadling,
Average White Band,
Pulsallama,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Marvin Gaye,
Judy Mowatt,
Chris Corsano,
10cc,
Tom Boy,
The Buckinghams,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.