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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ultimate Spinach to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a clarinet and a snare 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Joe Smooth,
Rhythm & Sound,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lightning Bolt,
Pet Shop Boys,
Marc Almond,
Ice-T,
Connie Case,
Roxette,
Niagra,
Danielle Patucci,
The Velvet Underground,
Sixth Finger,
Masters at Work,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
KRS-One,
The Dirtbombs,
Fatback Band,
DJ Sneak,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Deakin,
Blancmange,
Harmonia,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kerrie Biddell,
Frankie Knuckles,
Angry Samoans,
Essential Logic,
Wolf Eyes,
The Cramps,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Blackbyrds,
UT,
Kool Moe Dee,
Junior Murvin,
Thompson Twins,
Model 500,
Magazine,
La Düsseldorf,
Von Mondo,
Ohio Players,
Pole,
Derrick Morgan,
The J.B.'s,
Dual Sessions,
Zero Boys,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rod Modell,
Anthony Braxton,
Gerry Rafferty,
Depeche Mode,
The Residents,
Electric Prunes,
Barbara Tucker,
The Move,
Fad Gadget,
The Victims,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.