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 Albania and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Salvador.
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 808 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 Aloha Tigers to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ 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 organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Sex Pistols,
Ice-T,
Desert Stars,
Skaos,
B.T. Express,
Sugar Minott,
China Crisis,
Jacob Miller,
The Blues Magoos,
Faraquet,
Boredoms,
The Misunderstood,
Crime,
Pere Ubu,
Dual Sessions,
Subhumans,
Altered Images,
Buzzcocks,
Erasure,
Newcleus,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
L. Decosne,
Slave,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Happenings,
June of 44,
The Cowsills,
Banda Bassotti,
Lou Reed,
The Buckinghams,
Nick Fraelich,
Supertramp,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tubeway Army,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Electric Prunes,
Fat Boys,
Scrapy,
Blake Baxter,
Moby Grape,
JFA,
Stetsasonic,
Fluxion,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Wake,
Loose Ends,
Harry Pussy,
The Cure,
Scan 7,
ABC,
Charles Mingus,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Amazonics,
Shoche,
Schoolly D,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.