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 Montenegro and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Gregory Isaacs,
Qualms,
Yaz,
Piero Umiliani,
Scratch Acid,
Flash Fearless,
Sonny Sharrock,
Brick,
Pagans,
L. Decosne,
The Blues Magoos,
Oblivians,
Q and Not U,
The Black Dice,
Jacques Brel,
Peter & Gordon,
Technova,
Lou Christie,
Al Stewart,
Liliput,
Mars,
Danielle Patucci,
The Wake,
Wolf Eyes,
Eden Ahbez,
Scion,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Grass Roots,
The American Breed,
Excepter,
Visage,
Wally Richardson,
Judy Mowatt,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
A Certain Ratio,
the Normal,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mantronix,
Graham Central Station,
Ronnie Foster,
The Golliwogs,
The Moody Blues,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Litter,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Pretty Things,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Marine Girls,
Alphaville,
Roxette,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Delta 5,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Slits,
Davy DMX,
Blossom Toes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Banda Bassotti,
Fugazi,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.