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 Macedonia and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Howard Jones to the funk 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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
ABC,
Suicide,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dual Sessions,
Stetsasonic,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rapeman,
Colin Newman,
The Tremeloes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Saccharine Trust,
Bootsy Collins,
Newcleus,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bob Dylan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Icehouse,
Drexciya,
John Lydon,
Clear Light,
Junior Murvin,
The Trojans,
Hardrive,
Harry Pussy,
Parry Music,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Smoke,
Rhythm & Sound,
Alison Limerick,
The Martian,
The Gun Club,
Lower 48,
Goldenarms,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Roy Ayers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Visage,
Model 500,
Das Ding,
Swans,
Danielle Patucci,
Girls At Our Best!,
OOIOO,
Drive Like Jehu,
Juan Atkins,
Rites of Spring,
Aloha Tigers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cybotron,
Crooked Eye,
The Selecter,
Scan 7,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Laurel Aitken,
CMW,
U.S. Maple,
The Fugs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Judy Mowatt,
The Wake,
Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich.
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.