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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Suicide 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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
The Names,
Public Enemy,
Ronan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Loose Ends,
the Swans,
Erykah Badu,
Clear Light,
Deakin,
Reagan Youth,
The Trojans,
The Blackbyrds,
F. McDonald,
June Days,
Dual Sessions,
Alice Coltrane,
Gong,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Avey Tare,
Joe Smooth,
Mark Hollis,
The Dirtbombs,
Organ,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Magazine,
The Fuzztones,
Todd Rundgren,
Parry Music,
Metal Thangz,
DJ Style,
Second Layer,
David Axelrod,
The Stooges,
Fluxion,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Robert Görl,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Q65,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sister Nancy,
Brass Construction,
Freddie Wadling,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sight & Sound,
Newcleus,
Nas,
The Divine Comedy,
Cheater Slicks,
Eli Mardock,
Harmonia,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Moby Grape,
Nik Kershaw,
The Pretty Things,
Roy Ayers,
Mad Mike,
Danielle Patucci,
The Smiths,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.