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 Yemen and from Bremen.
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 Winnipeg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
CMW,
Groovy Waters,
Babytalk,
Eric Copeland,
Delta 5,
The Names,
Gang of Four,
the Swans,
Cymande,
Graham Central Station,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bobby Sherman,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Boredoms,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Moody Blues,
Porter Ricks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Smog,
Sällskapet,
Malaria!,
the Slits,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Howard Jones,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Thee Headcoats,
Stiv Bators,
Niagra,
X-102,
Byron Stingily,
Tommy Roe,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jawbox,
Dave Gahan,
Mr. Review,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cecil Taylor,
Kool Moe Dee,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gregory Isaacs,
Chris Corsano,
Theoretical Girls,
Chris & Cosey,
Qualms,
La Düsseldorf,
The Litter,
Maleditus Sound,
Deakin,
Vainqueur,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lou Reed,
Charles Mingus,
Wasted Youth,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gichy Dan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nils Olav,
The Gladiators,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.