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 Zimbabwe and from Portland.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 jazz 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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Tears for Fears,
Ituana,
F. McDonald,
Althea and Donna,
T. Rex,
Kurtis Blow,
cv313,
Patti Smith,
The Invisible,
The Monks,
Pussy Galore,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
JFA,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Trumans Water,
The Last Poets,
Nirvana,
Echospace,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mantronix,
Porter Ricks,
Malaria!,
Don Cherry,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gang of Four,
Lakeside,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fear,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Funkadelic,
Crispy Ambulance,
Newcleus,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Electric Prunes,
John Foxx,
Dead Boys,
Urselle,
Icehouse,
Archie Shepp,
Rod Modell,
Johnny Osbourne,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Marvin Gaye,
Electric Prunes,
Babytalk,
The Stooges,
John Holt,
Spandau Ballet,
Flipper,
Lindisfarne,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mars,
Brick,
Monolake,
Ken Boothe,
Jeff Lynne,
The Toasters,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.