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 Austria and from Woodstock.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Philadelphia.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 The Music Machine to the dance 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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Lucky Dragons,
Faraquet,
Arab on Radar,
Black Flag,
Heaven 17,
Nick Fraelich,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Brand Nubian,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
AZ,
Sixth Finger,
The Fugs,
Nico,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kenny Larkin,
The Skatalites,
The Remains,
The Neon Judgement,
F. McDonald,
The Trojans,
Alice Coltrane,
Jerry's Kids,
Qualms,
Ronan,
Hoover,
The Beau Brummels,
H. Thieme,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rod Modell,
Anthony Braxton,
a-ha,
Jeff Mills,
The Fuzztones,
Newcleus,
The Move,
David Bowie,
Don Cherry,
Skaos,
John Cale,
The Searchers,
Gang of Four,
Erykah Badu,
Robert Wyatt,
Outsiders,
Robert Hood,
Arcadia,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Talk Talk,
Au Pairs,
David McCallum,
Pet Shop Boys,
Radiohead,
Tres Demented,
Neil Young,
Derrick May,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.