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 East Timor and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the electroclash 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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar 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 rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
The Trojans,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Suicide,
Tim Buckley,
Fugazi,
Interpol,
The Seeds,
Tom Boy,
New Age Steppers,
Carl Craig,
X-102,
Harpers Bizarre,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Andrew Hill,
Metal Thangz,
The Skatalites,
Colin Newman,
The Beau Brummels,
CMW,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Johnny Clarke,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Germs,
Godley & Creme,
The Pop Group,
Gabor Szabo,
Vainqueur,
Hardrive,
Man Eating Sloth,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Joey Negro,
Eric Copeland,
Bauhaus,
Erasure,
Bush Tetras,
Duran Duran,
Josef K,
John Holt,
Banda Bassotti,
Television,
H. Thieme,
Stereo Dub,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Last Poets,
Skaos,
Mr. Review,
LL Cool J,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Blake Baxter,
Sun Ra,
Lalann,
The United States of America,
Soulsonic Force,
Laurel Aitken,
Steve Hackett,
The Saints,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eve St. Jones,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.