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 Benin and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Traffic Nightmare to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Silicon Teens,
Quando Quango,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Evens,
Gang Starr,
Average White Band,
Wolf Eyes,
The Busters,
Motorama,
Chrome,
Lakeside,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Deakin,
Ultimate Spinach,
Derrick Morgan,
Visage,
Crash Course in Science,
The Fall,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Slackers,
MC5,
Peter and Kerry,
The Saints,
The Young Rascals,
Shuggie Otis,
Jesper Dahlback,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Monochrome Set,
Lindisfarne,
Sex Pistols,
Terry Callier,
The Skatalites,
Derrick May,
Nils Olav,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Electric Prunes,
The Red Krayola,
Quadrant,
Grauzone,
Black Sheep,
Shoche,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Brothers Johnson,
Monolake,
Minutemen,
Wire,
the Germs,
Loose Ends,
Cal Tjader,
Moebius,
Alphaville,
John Holt,
Freddie Wadling,
Bizarre Inc.,
Henry Cow,
Spoonie Gee,
The Fuzztones,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.