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 Bulgaria and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the organ 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 Ice-T to the rock 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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Urselle,
Arab on Radar,
Pere Ubu,
48th St. Collective,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bill Near,
Sugar Minott,
The Kinks,
Trumans Water,
Aural Exciters,
Yellowson,
Ultra Naté,
The Monks,
Monolake,
The Walker Brothers,
Marmalade,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fela Kuti,
The Martian,
Lindisfarne,
the Slits,
OOIOO,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Joensuu 1685,
Glenn Branca,
K-Klass,
Godley & Creme,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Technova,
Basic Channel,
Flipper,
The Monochrome Set,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tommy Roe,
New York Dolls,
Delta 5,
Leonard Cohen,
Oneida,
Black Moon,
The Doobie Brothers,
Swans,
Shoche,
Jeff Lynne,
Matthew Bourne,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Porter Ricks,
the Human League,
Magma,
the Soft Cell,
Michelle Simonal,
Freddie Wadling,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Joe Finger,
Soul II Soul,
The Index,
Erykah Badu,
Q65,
Yazoo,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.