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 Micronesia and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Smoke to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Lou Reed,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Anthony Braxton,
Royal Trux,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Joyce Sims,
Alice Coltrane,
Niagra,
The Star Department,
the Normal,
Simply Red,
The Kinks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Barry Ungar,
Scan 7,
T.S.O.L.,
Ornette Coleman,
Liliput,
Traffic Nightmare,
Charles Mingus,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Girls At Our Best!,
Shoche,
Donny Hathaway,
The Cramps,
Piero Umiliani,
Lou Christie,
Monks,
The Busters,
R.M.O.,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pagans,
Dawn Penn,
Bill Near,
China Crisis,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Public Enemy,
the Human League,
The Angels of Light,
Accadde A,
Youth Brigade,
Avey Tare,
Siglo XX,
Bronski Beat,
Wasted Youth,
Darondo,
Bobby Womack,
Interpol,
Yaz,
Can,
Chrome,
Bizarre Inc.,
David McCallum,
The Invisible,
Reagan Youth,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Soul Sonic Force,
Spandau Ballet,
Harmonia,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.