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 Ethiopia 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Blancmange to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Dawn Penn,
Royal Trux,
Kaleidoscope,
the Sonics,
Index,
Agitation Free,
John Holt,
The Motions,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Cowsills,
Amazonics,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Masters at Work,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
MDC,
A Certain Ratio,
Half Japanese,
The Tremeloes,
Jeff Lynne,
Desert Stars,
Audionom,
Jeff Mills,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Faraquet,
Roy Ayers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Boz Scaggs,
Marc Almond,
LL Cool J,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Monolake,
Lou Reed,
X-101,
Black Bananas,
Soft Cell,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Spandau Ballet,
Shoche,
Albert Ayler,
Motorama,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
ABBA,
Barrington Levy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
FM Einheit,
The Techniques,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
U.S. Maple,
Roger Hodgson,
Minnie Riperton,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bang On A Can,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sam Rivers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mark Hollis,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Joe Smooth,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Khruangbin,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.