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 Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer 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 organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Flash Fearless,
Swans,
Minor Threat,
Barry Ungar,
The Alarm Clocks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Howard Jones,
H. Thieme,
Rapeman,
New York Dolls,
Roger Hodgson,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mr. Review,
Cal Tjader,
Glenn Branca,
Flipper,
Dennis Brown,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Hardrive,
Second Layer,
Hashim,
The Walker Brothers,
The Sound,
Blancmange,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Essential Logic,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Red Krayola,
Ten City,
Harry Pussy,
Malaria!,
Parry Music,
Accadde A,
Eric Dolphy,
Organ,
Jandek,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Velvet Underground,
Excepter,
Rekid,
E-Dancer,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sonny Sharrock,
Von Mondo,
Royal Trux,
In Retrospect,
Barbara Tucker,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Max Romeo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Blake Baxter,
The United States of America,
Amon Düül II,
Newcleus,
Altered Images,
Ituana,
Shuggie Otis,
The Gun Club,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.