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 Turkey and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 rhodes 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 The J.B.'s to the punk 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 The Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer 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 organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Au Pairs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Smoke,
OOIOO,
Jimmy McGriff,
B.T. Express,
Tears for Fears,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Peter & Gordon,
Swell Maps,
Mission of Burma,
New Age Steppers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Five Americans,
Mr. Review,
Flipper,
U.S. Maple,
Scrapy,
The Velvet Underground,
The New Christs,
Deakin,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Shoche,
Supertramp,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Terry Callier,
H. Thieme,
Morten Harket,
T. Rex,
The Searchers,
The Electric Prunes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Black Moon,
Stetsasonic,
Roxy Music,
Hoover,
Metal Thangz,
Grey Daturas,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Selecter,
Gichy Dan,
Sonic Youth,
Derrick May,
Nik Kershaw,
The Victims,
Bill Near,
Average White Band,
Organ,
Section 25,
Laurel Aitken,
D'Angelo,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sound Behaviour,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Arab on Radar,
Fat Boys,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mad Mike,
Harpers Bizarre,
Smog,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.