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 Vanuatu and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and a clarinet 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 rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Faust,
Severed Heads,
Donny Hathaway,
EPMD,
Sight & Sound,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Todd Terry,
Eden Ahbez,
Eurythmics,
Drexciya,
Cymande,
Pussy Galore,
Barclay James Harvest,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Babytalk,
Donald Byrd,
Nils Olav,
Judy Mowatt,
Lalann,
Accadde A,
Buzzcocks,
Cameo,
Blake Baxter,
The Raincoats,
Aaron Thompson,
The Golliwogs,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Blues Magoos,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nas,
Deadbeat,
Camberwell Now,
Dave Gahan,
Max Romeo,
48th St. Collective,
Avey Tare,
Lebanon Hanover,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ornette Coleman,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Arthur Verocai,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pylon,
The Stooges,
Fear,
David McCallum,
Barrington Levy,
Ossler,
Gang Green,
Dark Day,
The Modern Lovers,
Leonard Cohen,
John Foxx,
The Saints,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bronski Beat,
Joy Division,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dead Boys,
Minutemen,
Groovy Waters,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.