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 Georgia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Fatback Band to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Henry Cow,
Agitation Free,
Alison Limerick,
Slick Rick,
Ultimate Spinach,
Boredoms,
Thompson Twins,
Wally Richardson,
Yaz,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Reagan Youth,
Subhumans,
Second Layer,
Gang Green,
Parry Music,
Kerri Chandler,
The Searchers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Barbara Tucker,
Banda Bassotti,
Erasure,
Basic Channel,
Radio Birdman,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Barclay James Harvest,
Malaria!,
The Count Five,
Cluster,
The Pop Group,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Roxy Music,
LL Cool J,
K-Klass,
X-Ray Spex,
Rosa Yemen,
Boz Scaggs,
Absolute Body Control,
Marine Girls,
The Cramps,
Mantronix,
Urselle,
Funky Four + One,
The Beau Brummels,
Black Flag,
Mr. Review,
Livin' Joy,
EPMD,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Altered Images,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jimmy McGriff,
Massinfluence,
Chrome,
Idris Muhammad,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Black Dice,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Offenders,
Kaleidoscope,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.