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 Fiji and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Robert Palmer 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 Parry Music to the jazz 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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four 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 disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Steve Hackett,
The Five Americans,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lucky Dragons,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sixth Finger,
Swans,
The Sound,
Schoolly D,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bobby Womack,
Loose Ends,
Kurtis Blow,
Fat Boys,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bush Tetras,
Tears for Fears,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Parry Music,
Ralphi Rosario,
Black Sheep,
Camouflage,
The Shadows of Knight,
AZ,
Marine Girls,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Drive Like Jehu,
Young Marble Giants,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Sonics,
Kayak,
Funky Four + One,
Maurizio,
Heaven 17,
Peter and Kerry,
Nirvana,
Essential Logic,
The Vogues,
Iggy Pop,
Sarah Menescal,
Jeff Mills,
Sonic Youth,
Cecil Taylor,
Eden Ahbez,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Barry Ungar,
The Moleskins,
Don Cherry,
Adolescents,
Cameo,
The Standells,
Ornette Coleman,
The Kinks,
Joe Finger,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Skaos,
Grey Daturas,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.