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 Zambia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the funk 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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare 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 chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
The Buckinghams,
The Cowsills,
Qualms,
Chris Corsano,
Malaria!,
Ronnie Foster,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Aaron Thompson,
Agitation Free,
Ultimate Spinach,
Visage,
Bang On A Can,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Toasters,
Minny Pops,
Pierre Henry,
Wings,
Monks,
Yusef Lateef,
Barbara Tucker,
Pylon,
Albert Ayler,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Urselle,
Alice Coltrane,
Bobby Womack,
Hasil Adkins,
David Bowie,
E-Dancer,
Eli Mardock,
John Holt,
Heaven 17,
the Human League,
Liliput,
Prince Buster,
New York Dolls,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pole,
Youth Brigade,
The Martian,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kenny Larkin,
Blossom Toes,
Easy Going,
Barclay James Harvest,
Glenn Branca,
The Evens,
Isaac Hayes,
PIL,
cv313,
Amon Düül II,
Peter & Gordon,
Jacob Miller,
DJ Style,
ABC,
K-Klass,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Porter Ricks,
Ponytail,
Whodini,
Rapeman,
The Young Rascals,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.