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 Vanuatu and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tehran.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Jeru the Damaja,
Niagra,
Wasted Youth,
Erykah Badu,
Sun Ra,
Deakin,
John Lydon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lucky Dragons,
Average White Band,
Tubeway Army,
Judy Mowatt,
Motorama,
Circle Jerks,
Hoover,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
DNA,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dead Boys,
The Music Machine,
D'Angelo,
Anakelly,
Soft Machine,
The Mummies,
The American Breed,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Joey Negro,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bobby Sherman,
Bang On A Can,
Godley & Creme,
Reuben Wilson,
Ronnie Foster,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Doors,
Siglo XX,
Wally Richardson,
Sarah Menescal,
Pagans,
The Tremeloes,
John Holt,
Todd Rundgren,
Peter & Gordon,
Accadde A,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Names,
Thompson Twins,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rhythm & Sound,
Janne Schatter,
Second Layer,
Lower 48,
The Red Krayola,
A Certain Ratio,
Alton Ellis,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Blues Magoos,
Interpol,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.