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 Malaysia and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tehran.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the disco 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 The Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s 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 spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
The Young Rascals,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jerry's Kids,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Pretty Things,
Mission of Burma,
B.T. Express,
Zero Boys,
The Golliwogs,
Don Cherry,
Inner City,
Stereo Dub,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sugar Minott,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Make Up,
Soft Cell,
Matthew Halsall,
Bizarre Inc.,
Black Flag,
48th St. Collective,
Grandmaster Flash,
Echospace,
Judy Mowatt,
These Immortal Souls,
Radio Birdman,
Harmonia,
Mandrill,
Lower 48,
Nils Olav,
Young Marble Giants,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Gun Club,
The Blackbyrds,
The Electric Prunes,
Flash Fearless,
Spandau Ballet,
Neil Young,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bob Dylan,
The Cramps,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Detroit Cobras,
Thompson Twins,
Guru Guru,
The Victims,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dave Gahan,
Wolf Eyes,
Bauhaus,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Warsaw,
The Five Americans,
cv313,
David Bowie,
Minutemen,
Parry Music,
The Gories,
The Skatalites,
Minor Threat,
Tears for Fears,
The Monochrome Set,
Junior Murvin,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.