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 Thailand and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mumbai.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Simply Red to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Don Cherry,
The Busters,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Black Bananas,
Faraquet,
Basic Channel,
Minny Pops,
Andrew Hill,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Davy DMX,
Aloha Tigers,
Minnie Riperton,
Icehouse,
The Associates,
Gregory Isaacs,
Matthew Halsall,
Roxy Music,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Martian,
Radiopuhelimet,
Scott Walker,
The Litter,
Fat Boys,
Peter and Kerry,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Electric Prunes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fela Kuti,
Janne Schatter,
The Wake,
The Five Americans,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Gories,
Aaron Thompson,
Quadrant,
Kas Product,
Hot Snakes,
Sparks,
Moebius,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Standells,
Piero Umiliani,
Joe Finger,
The Smoke,
Funky Four + One,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Blake Baxter,
The Victims,
Main Source,
The Zeros,
Cal Tjader,
Byron Stingily,
Qualms,
Sixth Finger,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Brick,
Depeche Mode,
Mo-Dettes,
Warren Ellis,
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.