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 Singapore and from Stockholm.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Bizarre Inc. to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
The Evens,
Jerry's Kids,
Ralphi Rosario,
Saccharine Trust,
Bronski Beat,
The Kinks,
Janne Schatter,
UT,
Juan Atkins,
L. Decosne,
CMW,
John Holt,
Gang Green,
The Selecter,
The Divine Comedy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Joe Smooth,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
MDC,
Flash Fearless,
Cluster,
Terry Callier,
Pagans,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Blues Magoos,
Moebius,
The Raincoats,
X-102,
Barry Ungar,
Camberwell Now,
Gong,
June of 44,
Max Romeo,
Con Funk Shun,
Zapp,
Echospace,
Slave,
Mo-Dettes,
JFA,
Surgeon,
Chris Corsano,
B.T. Express,
The Happenings,
Toni Rubio,
The Count Five,
Buzzcocks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Motorama,
Jacob Miller,
Rufus Thomas,
Mars,
Trumans Water,
Loose Ends,
Tommy Roe,
The Doors,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ultra Naté,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Crash Course in Science,
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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.