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 Burkina and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 organ 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the punk 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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
The Monochrome Set,
Franke,
T. Rex,
the Sonics,
New Age Steppers,
Yusef Lateef,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Popol Vuh,
Nico,
Ohio Players,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cheater Slicks,
Gichy Dan,
Banda Bassotti,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Oblivians,
Hot Snakes,
Cameo,
MDC,
Black Bananas,
Pierre Henry,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Technova,
Von Mondo,
Sound Behaviour,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Khruangbin,
Circle Jerks,
Thompson Twins,
Little Man,
Derrick May,
Colin Newman,
X-102,
The Slits,
Gang of Four,
The Invisible,
K-Klass,
Lalo Schifrin,
Deadbeat,
The Victims,
Niagra,
Rosa Yemen,
The Busters,
X-Ray Spex,
The Evens,
Absolute Body Control,
A Certain Ratio,
The Gap Band,
48th St. Collective,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mad Mike,
The Techniques,
Reagan Youth,
The Offenders,
Grey Daturas,
Pylon,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tears for Fears,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dawn Penn,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.