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 Kazakhstan and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sisters of Mercy to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer 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 spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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?
Sight & Sound,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bobby Womack,
Scott Walker,
Swans,
Bang On A Can,
Rakim,
Tears for Fears,
Marc Almond,
Spoonie Gee,
Gabor Szabo,
Youth Brigade,
Quadrant,
Make Up,
Michelle Simonal,
Peter & Gordon,
The Skatalites,
Technova,
Josef K,
Yusef Lateef,
Cecil Taylor,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Second Layer,
Kas Product,
The Human League,
The Golliwogs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Henry Cow,
kango's stein massive,
Connie Case,
Goldenarms,
Joe Finger,
The Alarm Clocks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bill Near,
Althea and Donna,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Roy Ayers,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Shadows of Knight,
Television Personalities,
Patti Smith,
X-101,
Marshall Jefferson,
Easy Going,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Scrapy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Depeche Mode,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Boredoms,
Robert Görl,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sound Behaviour,
Pantaleimon,
Jeff Lynne,
June of 44,
The Seeds,
CMW,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Faust,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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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.