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 Samoa and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Howard Jones to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and a 808 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 sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Trumans Water,
John Coltrane,
Scion,
Lucky Dragons,
Darondo,
Oneida,
The Sound,
Joensuu 1685,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pierre Henry,
Ralphi Rosario,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Scott Walker,
Sun City Girls,
Black Flag,
The Birthday Party,
Pere Ubu,
In Retrospect,
Hardrive,
Harpers Bizarre,
Peter & Gordon,
Boredoms,
Rakim,
Barry Ungar,
Marshall Jefferson,
U.S. Maple,
Agent Orange,
The Smiths,
World's Most,
Erasure,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lalo Schifrin,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Little Man,
L. Decosne,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fugazi,
Bizarre Inc.,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nico,
Eurythmics,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Procol Harum,
Janne Schatter,
Andrew Hill,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Faraquet,
Livin' Joy,
John Foxx,
Erykah Badu,
The J.B.'s,
Model 500,
Ludus,
The Litter,
The Doors,
Wings,
The Index,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Silicon Teens,
James White and The Blacks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sound Behaviour,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.