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 Tuvalu and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Hot Snakes to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Camouflage,
Derrick May,
Matthew Halsall,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Skarface,
OOIOO,
Danielle Patucci,
Fat Boys,
Quadrant,
Y Pants,
The Neon Judgement,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Gories,
Neu!,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nik Kershaw,
Tomorrow,
The Gladiators,
Lightning Bolt,
Bang On A Can,
Symarip,
The Real Kids,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cluster,
Supertramp,
Barbara Tucker,
Connie Case,
Kaleidoscope,
The Velvet Underground,
Lalann,
Television,
Patti Smith,
Swell Maps,
Sam Rivers,
Magazine,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Roy Ayers,
Barrington Levy,
Monks,
Black Moon,
Gong,
DNA,
Todd Terry,
Isaac Hayes,
Organ,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Judy Mowatt,
Rakim,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Fugs,
The Leaves,
Josef K,
Carl Craig,
UT,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eddi Front,
Wasted Youth,
Livin' Joy,
Delta 5,
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.