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 Kazakhstan and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 U.S. Maple to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba 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 harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Sam Rivers,
Pole,
The Dave Clark Five,
Average White Band,
Lower 48,
Index,
Graham Central Station,
The Monks,
The Techniques,
Neu!,
Archie Shepp,
Soul II Soul,
Eurythmics,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Chrome,
Nils Olav,
Byron Stingily,
Surgeon,
Camberwell Now,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Aural Exciters,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Marshall Jefferson,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Star Department,
Jerry's Kids,
Blancmange,
Circle Jerks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Brand Nubian,
Negative Approach,
Aswad,
Joey Negro,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
KRS-One,
Wire,
Supertramp,
The Trojans,
D'Angelo,
Ralphi Rosario,
Aloha Tigers,
Moby Grape,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
La Düsseldorf,
The Mummies,
The Searchers,
Bobby Byrd,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Golliwogs,
The Wake,
Tropical Tobacco,
Japan,
Kurtis Blow,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
B.T. Express,
The Remains,
The Leaves,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bobby Womack,
Johnny Clarke,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.