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 Germany and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 AZ to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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?
Lindisfarne,
Monks,
Mo-Dettes,
Todd Terry,
This Heat,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Sonics,
Animal Collective,
Brand Nubian,
Lou Christie,
Country Teasers,
Nils Olav,
Darondo,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Soft Cell,
The Beau Brummels,
F. McDonald,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fela Kuti,
Mr. Review,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fad Gadget,
These Immortal Souls,
Cheater Slicks,
Erasure,
The Kinks,
Buzzcocks,
The Raincoats,
Circle Jerks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Swell Maps,
Ludus,
Joe Finger,
Ronan,
Massinfluence,
New York Dolls,
Make Up,
The Invisible,
Eurythmics,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pussy Galore,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Normal,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Black Flag,
Nick Fraelich,
Harry Pussy,
Scientists,
10cc,
Aswad,
Blancmange,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sarah Menescal,
Mary Jane Girls,
Amon Düül,
Rapeman,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Michelle Simonal,
X-102,
Whodini,
Kerri Chandler,
Roxy Music,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.