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 Romania and from Tehran.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Paris.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Spandau Ballet to the rap 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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars 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 organ and a linndrum 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 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Procol Harum,
Inner City,
Trumans Water,
Severed Heads,
The Fugs,
Quantec,
Cal Tjader,
Black Pus,
Rekid,
Gil Scott Heron,
Metal Thangz,
Boogie Down Productions,
Danielle Patucci,
Black Flag,
Visage,
The Techniques,
Cymande,
Suburban Knight,
Throbbing Gristle,
Harpers Bizarre,
Grey Daturas,
The Mummies,
Prince Buster,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rod Modell,
Crash Course in Science,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Matthew Halsall,
Accadde A,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Fire Engines,
Colin Newman,
Janne Schatter,
Gerry Rafferty,
This Heat,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rhythm & Sound,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Chris & Cosey,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cheater Slicks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
ABC,
Robert Wyatt,
Youth Brigade,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jawbox,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Archie Shepp,
Q65,
The New Christs,
Bad Manners,
Technova,
Porter Ricks,
The Music Machine,
Mars,
Black Bananas,
Model 500,
Groovy Waters,
Rapeman,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.