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 Mozambique and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 harpsichord 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 The Moody Blues to the electroclash 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and a spring reverb 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 snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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,
AZ,
MDC,
Charles Mingus,
Rod Modell,
Niagra,
Angry Samoans,
Second Layer,
John Cale,
Eve St. Jones,
the Association,
The Techniques,
The Divine Comedy,
Black Flag,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
CMW,
Smog,
Bluetip,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
ABBA,
Silicon Teens,
LL Cool J,
Idris Muhammad,
Rakim,
Pharoah Sanders,
Marine Girls,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Black Pus,
Radiohead,
Circle Jerks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nick Fraelich,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ultravox,
X-101,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pole,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ludus,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Derrick May,
The Zeros,
Soft Machine,
Moby Grape,
Don Cherry,
Intrusion,
Severed Heads,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cluster,
Parry Music,
Sparks,
EPMD,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Red Krayola,
The Dirtbombs,
the Sonics,
Jawbox,
Black Bananas,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.