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 Malawi and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Magma to the disco 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin 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 marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Unrelated Segments,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Marmalade,
Flipper,
The Kinks,
Scrapy,
Electric Prunes,
Scientists,
Silicon Teens,
Erykah Badu,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Robert Wyatt,
Kas Product,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Sound,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jacques Brel,
Agitation Free,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lindisfarne,
Wolf Eyes,
New Order,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Fire Engines,
Mars,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Slick Rick,
Sonny Sharrock,
Faust,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gang of Four,
Sexual Harrassment,
X-Ray Spex,
Easy Going,
The Cure,
Joyce Sims,
The Barracudas,
the Bar-Kays,
Qualms,
Fear,
Archie Shepp,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ten City,
Davy DMX,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Toni Rubio,
Juan Atkins,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Moebius,
Desert Stars,
Tom Boy,
Avey Tare,
The Motions,
Reagan Youth,
Make Up,
Blancmange,
Kurtis Blow,
Lucky Dragons,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.