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 Croatia and from Lille.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 guitar 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 The J.B.'s to the dance 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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Slick Rick,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Spandau Ballet,
Fatback Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Normal,
AZ,
MDC,
The Fall,
Whodini,
Wire,
Neil Young,
Robert Wyatt,
Ponytail,
The Star Department,
Lou Reed,
Suburban Knight,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Todd Rundgren,
Minnie Riperton,
Pole,
Black Pus,
The American Breed,
Hasil Adkins,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Parry Music,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ludus,
Franke,
Mission of Burma,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Colin Newman,
Johnny Clarke,
Youth Brigade,
Vainqueur,
Cymande,
Tres Demented,
Rufus Thomas,
Rod Modell,
Average White Band,
Supertramp,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Masters at Work,
John Foxx,
Vladislav Delay,
The Names,
Robert Hood,
Patti Smith,
Eli Mardock,
Desert Stars,
T. Rex,
Deadbeat,
Section 25,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.