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 Georgia and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 clarinet 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 Danielle Patucci to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Brand Nubian,
Bizarre Inc.,
Theoretical Girls,
KRS-One,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Quadrant,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Henry Cow,
Connie Case,
Spandau Ballet,
June Days,
Joe Finger,
Pere Ubu,
Skriet,
PIL,
Model 500,
Brass Construction,
The Five Americans,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gang Green,
Judy Mowatt,
ABC,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Crash Course in Science,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Zeros,
Matthew Bourne,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Toni Rubio,
the Normal,
Alphaville,
Funky Four + One,
Kas Product,
The Index,
Ten City,
Grauzone,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Human League,
Bill Wells,
Eric Dolphy,
Slick Rick,
Lower 48,
Gong,
The Skatalites,
The Litter,
Darondo,
The Names,
Soft Machine,
Symarip,
LL Cool J,
Can,
The Durutti Column,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Reuben Wilson,
Bauhaus,
Ossler,
Robert Görl,
Unwound,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Suburban Knight,
Maurizio,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.