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 Ukraine and from Halifax.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 marimba 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 Bill Near to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Amon Düül II,
Pole,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Wally Richardson,
The Fall,
Rekid,
Wasted Youth,
Duran Duran,
Sight & Sound,
Tom Boy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Motorama,
Masters at Work,
The Toasters,
Kerri Chandler,
Negative Approach,
Cameo,
Angry Samoans,
Mary Jane Girls,
Subhumans,
Susan Cadogan,
The Gladiators,
H. Thieme,
The Grass Roots,
Pierre Henry,
Pulsallama,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Toni Rubio,
The Beau Brummels,
Hardrive,
Dead Boys,
Roxy Music,
Barclay James Harvest,
Spandau Ballet,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Marine Girls,
China Crisis,
Bluetip,
Stereo Dub,
Laurel Aitken,
The Doors,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Harmonia,
Fatback Band,
Andrew Hill,
The Trojans,
Smog,
Sugar Minott,
Blossom Toes,
The Index,
Blancmange,
the Slits,
The Durutti Column,
Au Pairs,
The Smoke,
Livin' Joy,
The Martian,
Amon Düül,
Davy DMX,
Jerry's Kids,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.