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 Ecuador and from Milan.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 chamberlin 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 Dead Boys to the techno 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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Maleditus Sound,
Anthony Braxton,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The American Breed,
The Smiths,
Shuggie Otis,
Dave Gahan,
Quando Quango,
Sun Ra,
Magma,
Susan Cadogan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
John Coltrane,
Neil Young,
The Vogues,
Au Pairs,
Eden Ahbez,
The Slackers,
Laurel Aitken,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Swans,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eric B and Rakim,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lindisfarne,
Lightning Bolt,
Jerry's Kids,
Scion,
Cecil Taylor,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Danielle Patucci,
New Age Steppers,
JFA,
the Soft Cell,
Joyce Sims,
Infiniti,
In Retrospect,
Tommy Roe,
Unrelated Segments,
Panda Bear,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Agitation Free,
Tears for Fears,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Associates,
Masters at Work,
Mandrill,
This Heat,
Faraquet,
The Cramps,
Kaleidoscope,
Lakeside,
Nirvana,
Johnny Clarke,
Livin' Joy,
Leonard Cohen,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.