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 Morocco and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Litter to the punk 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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar 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 spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Shoche,
Shuggie Otis,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Minny Pops,
Audionom,
The Shadows of Knight,
Avey Tare,
Hashim,
Glenn Branca,
Kaleidoscope,
Country Joe & The Fish,
In Retrospect,
PIL,
Magazine,
Ultimate Spinach,
DJ Sneak,
Dual Sessions,
The Wake,
Matthew Halsall,
Eurythmics,
Neil Young,
The Music Machine,
X-101,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Fire Engines,
Tubeway Army,
These Immortal Souls,
The Cure,
Animal Collective,
Spandau Ballet,
R.M.O.,
The Zeros,
Massinfluence,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gichy Dan,
Intrusion,
Dorothy Ashby,
Todd Rundgren,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Judy Mowatt,
Adolescents,
MC5,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mary Jane Girls,
Zero Boys,
The United States of America,
MDC,
Sonny Sharrock,
Boz Scaggs,
The Neon Judgement,
Dave Gahan,
The Seeds,
Donald Byrd,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lyres,
Crispian St. Peters,
Wally Richardson,
Marc Almond,
Robert Hood,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.