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 Samoa and from Accra.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Second Layer to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Scrapy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Popol Vuh,
Pierre Henry,
Ken Boothe,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Neon Judgement,
X-101,
Bluetip,
The Names,
Godley & Creme,
Marc Almond,
The American Breed,
Big Daddy Kane,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Joensuu 1685,
a-ha,
Deepchord,
Bronski Beat,
Kaleidoscope,
Magma,
Warsaw,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pere Ubu,
Eddi Front,
DJ Style,
Radio Birdman,
Drexciya,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Swans,
Andrew Hill,
Scion,
The Birthday Party,
Pantaleimon,
Wasted Youth,
Index,
Soft Machine,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Joy Division,
Vainqueur,
Deadbeat,
Johnny Clarke,
Davy DMX,
Maleditus Sound,
Duran Duran,
KRS-One,
Roxette,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Beau Brummels,
Absolute Body Control,
Sixth Finger,
Max Romeo,
Dual Sessions,
Fela Kuti,
The Motions,
Main Source,
Lou Christie,
Wolf Eyes,
the Association,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.