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 Latvia and from Madrid.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Icehouse,
Pharoah Sanders,
Black Flag,
Ponytail,
DNA,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dark Day,
Ultravox,
Idris Muhammad,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Music Machine,
Gang Green,
The Five Americans,
Dennis Brown,
Davy DMX,
Soul Sonic Force,
Godley & Creme,
The Kinks,
The Misunderstood,
Joey Negro,
Slick Rick,
Amon Düül,
The Moody Blues,
The Trojans,
Urselle,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Joensuu 1685,
Yazoo,
Althea and Donna,
Joe Smooth,
Harpers Bizarre,
Unwound,
Depeche Mode,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Electric Prunes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Trumans Water,
Bobby Byrd,
Accadde A,
Jimmy McGriff,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Joy Division,
The Associates,
Nirvana,
Los Fastidios,
Tim Buckley,
Duran Duran,
48th St. Collective,
The Fall,
The Fuzztones,
the Human League,
Iggy Pop,
Brothers Johnson,
Moby Grape,
Scrapy,
Stetsasonic,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Soft Cell,
The Neon Judgement,
Warren Ellis,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.