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 Nicaragua and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Moleskins to the disco 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Panda Bear,
Heaven 17,
Cecil Taylor,
Guru Guru,
In Retrospect,
Masters at Work,
Erykah Badu,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jerry's Kids,
Thee Headcoats,
Grey Daturas,
Brass Construction,
La Düsseldorf,
The Seeds,
Maleditus Sound,
These Immortal Souls,
Excepter,
Bad Manners,
Morten Harket,
Motorama,
Ronan,
Zapp,
Marc Almond,
ABBA,
Brothers Johnson,
Pylon,
Jeff Mills,
Gong,
Blake Baxter,
Simply Red,
Warsaw,
Joe Smooth,
Scrapy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Marvin Gaye,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Idris Muhammad,
Kaleidoscope,
The Wake,
Rosa Yemen,
Black Flag,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Residents,
Ralphi Rosario,
Laurel Aitken,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mantronix,
the Fania All-Stars,
H. Thieme,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Moebius,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Minor Threat,
Fela Kuti,
Bobby Womack,
The Misunderstood,
Iggy Pop,
Bill Wells,
Tim Buckley,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.