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 Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 snare 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 Essential Logic to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
These Immortal Souls,
Godley & Creme,
Jandek,
Livin' Joy,
Glenn Branca,
Groovy Waters,
T.S.O.L.,
Terry Callier,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Vogues,
The Electric Prunes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Scan 7,
The Count Five,
Grauzone,
Crime,
AZ,
Brand Nubian,
The Toasters,
The Martian,
Harpers Bizarre,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Slackers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lou Reed,
David Bowie,
Jerry's Kids,
Infiniti,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eric Dolphy,
Average White Band,
Unrelated Segments,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Max Romeo,
Barrington Levy,
Joensuu 1685,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Suicide,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Soft Cell,
Radio Birdman,
Neil Young,
Von Mondo,
Lungfish,
Kurtis Blow,
Peter and Kerry,
Wolf Eyes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
X-102,
Public Enemy,
Audionom,
The Mojo Men,
Dawn Penn,
The Barracudas,
Joyce Sims,
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.