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 Senegal and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gerry Rafferty to the crunk 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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Max Romeo,
Camberwell Now,
Youth Brigade,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pantaleimon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Slave,
Connie Case,
PIL,
Tim Buckley,
Los Fastidios,
Davy DMX,
The Young Rascals,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eric Copeland,
Bobby Byrd,
Ohio Players,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Au Pairs,
The Monochrome Set,
B.T. Express,
Smog,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Livin' Joy,
Jandek,
The Move,
The Skatalites,
Marc Almond,
Gichy Dan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Franke,
Soul II Soul,
The Cramps,
ABBA,
kango's stein massive,
Blossom Toes,
Public Enemy,
Monks,
Supertramp,
Ultimate Spinach,
June Days,
Sparks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Joyce Sims,
Crash Course in Science,
MDC,
Suburban Knight,
Deakin,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Underground Resistance,
Newcleus,
Warsaw,
Kerrie Biddell,
Robert Görl,
The Residents,
the Germs,
Drexciya,
Wasted Youth,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.