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 Chile and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Gregory Isaacs to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Anthony Braxton,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pagans,
Alphaville,
Amazonics,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Livin' Joy,
Johnny Clarke,
the Normal,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lou Christie,
Con Funk Shun,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Dirtbombs,
Graham Central Station,
Monks,
Crime,
Gong,
The Index,
Pulsallama,
Reagan Youth,
Pierre Henry,
Roy Ayers,
Prince Buster,
Jacques Brel,
LL Cool J,
The Kinks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Technova,
Blancmange,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bronski Beat,
Byron Stingily,
Rakim,
Lalann,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nik Kershaw,
The Doobie Brothers,
L. Decosne,
Aural Exciters,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Leaves,
Barrington Levy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Main Source,
Aswad,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
T. Rex,
EPMD,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Wolf Eyes,
Sixth Finger,
Moss Icon,
Marine Girls,
Faraquet,
The Grass Roots,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.