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 Syria and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Crooked Eye to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Minutemen,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Danielle Patucci,
The Zeros,
Whodini,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Monochrome Set,
Godley & Creme,
the Fania All-Stars,
Marc Almond,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Derrick May,
Chris & Cosey,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Saccharine Trust,
Arab on Radar,
Fluxion,
Theoretical Girls,
Deepchord,
Camouflage,
Porter Ricks,
Joyce Sims,
Grauzone,
Nik Kershaw,
Alison Limerick,
Pole,
Toni Rubio,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Chris Corsano,
Marvin Gaye,
Pantytec,
Accadde A,
Roger Hodgson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Move,
Stiv Bators,
The Beau Brummels,
Von Mondo,
Spandau Ballet,
Nils Olav,
Television,
David Bowie,
Y Pants,
Brand Nubian,
Wally Richardson,
Scratch Acid,
The Doobie Brothers,
Barbara Tucker,
T. Rex,
Ludus,
Pharoah Sanders,
Black Flag,
FM Einheit,
The Busters,
The Cramps,
Vladislav Delay,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.