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 Tonga and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Aloha Tigers to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Pussy Galore,
Index,
Aloha Tigers,
Chris & Cosey,
Andrew Hill,
Bluetip,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mad Mike,
Ultra Naté,
EPMD,
The Mojo Men,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ice-T,
Guru Guru,
Don Cherry,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lou Christie,
The Fall,
Soft Cell,
the Germs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
B.T. Express,
Maleditus Sound,
Jesper Dahlback,
Yellowson,
Saccharine Trust,
The Vogues,
Slave,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Underground Resistance,
Sam Rivers,
Freddie Wadling,
Kerri Chandler,
10cc,
The Buckinghams,
Marcia Griffiths,
Johnny Clarke,
Roxy Music,
One Last Wish,
World's Most,
Scientists,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
X-102,
Electric Prunes,
Japan,
Pere Ubu,
Massinfluence,
Aural Exciters,
Sonic Youth,
Brass Construction,
Pulsallama,
Eddi Front,
Alison Limerick,
Anakelly,
Rufus Thomas,
Glenn Branca,
Buzzcocks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
a-ha,
Public Enemy,
Black Sheep,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.