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 Ivory Coast and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 synthesizer 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 Panda Bear 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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
The Index,
Dennis Brown,
Ohio Players,
Depeche Mode,
Grey Daturas,
Hashim,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mars,
Deepchord,
Inner City,
The J.B.'s,
Roxy Music,
Lucky Dragons,
Davy DMX,
Panda Bear,
Loose Ends,
Can,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Make Up,
Liliput,
Tears for Fears,
Kurtis Blow,
The Durutti Column,
The Saints,
Bronski Beat,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Prince Buster,
Cameo,
Isaac Hayes,
Dave Gahan,
Marvin Gaye,
The Mummies,
Black Flag,
10cc,
Agent Orange,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Sound,
a-ha,
Fatback Band,
Amazonics,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Minny Pops,
Josef K,
Terry Callier,
Audionom,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
ABC,
John Holt,
Kerrie Biddell,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gong,
the Sonics,
Theoretical Girls,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
T.S.O.L.,
UT,
Eli Mardock,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bobby Byrd,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.