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 Malta and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Porter Ricks to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe 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 theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Michelle Simonal,
LL Cool J,
The Pretty Things,
Kurtis Blow,
T.S.O.L.,
Yusef Lateef,
Al Stewart,
Hardrive,
The Beau Brummels,
The Human League,
Hashim,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bauhaus,
Erykah Badu,
Urselle,
Kerrie Biddell,
Symarip,
The Move,
Excepter,
Matthew Bourne,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Birthday Party,
Gang Starr,
Adolescents,
FM Einheit,
EPMD,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Patti Smith,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Severed Heads,
Chris Corsano,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Last Poets,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Velvet Underground,
The J.B.'s,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Todd Rundgren,
Albert Ayler,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Names,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Josef K,
The Toasters,
The Index,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Soft Cell,
Robert Wyatt,
Warsaw,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Terrestrial Tones,
The Star Department,
The Dead C,
Roger Hodgson,
Eve St. Jones,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Khruangbin,
Rapeman,
The Standells,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.