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 Paraguay and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Hasil Adkins to the rap 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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 marimba 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 linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bill Wells,
Colin Newman,
Groovy Waters,
Basic Channel,
The Sonics,
Erykah Badu,
The Dirtbombs,
Robert Wyatt,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Howard Jones,
Yellowson,
the Germs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nirvana,
Wolf Eyes,
Maleditus Sound,
Section 25,
Nico,
Jimmy McGriff,
Derrick May,
Jawbox,
Eric Copeland,
Scratch Acid,
Sonny Sharrock,
Los Fastidios,
Aural Exciters,
Trumans Water,
Rosa Yemen,
The Happenings,
Barbara Tucker,
Cal Tjader,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Alarm Clocks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Brick,
Lou Reed,
Joensuu 1685,
Eve St. Jones,
The Searchers,
Smog,
Ituana,
Cecil Taylor,
June of 44,
Outsiders,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tomorrow,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Names,
Rapeman,
Judy Mowatt,
Depeche Mode,
Todd Rundgren,
Toni Rubio,
Rekid,
Saccharine Trust,
Urselle,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.