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 China and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Peter and Kerry to the rock 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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin 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 mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Mr. Review,
Terrestrial Tones,
Deepchord,
The Selecter,
Fat Boys,
Gregory Isaacs,
Darondo,
Hardrive,
Crooked Eye,
Kaleidoscope,
The Red Krayola,
Neil Young,
The Neon Judgement,
Zero Boys,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Electric Prunes,
Jerry's Kids,
Wasted Youth,
Crime,
Davy DMX,
The Techniques,
Unwound,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Soft Cell,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Electric Prunes,
Cameo,
The Golliwogs,
Ohio Players,
David Bowie,
Don Cherry,
Harmonia,
Skriet,
the Human League,
Absolute Body Control,
Qualms,
Flipper,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sällskapet,
Suburban Knight,
Donny Hathaway,
Graham Central Station,
Lyres,
The Associates,
Spandau Ballet,
F. McDonald,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Harry Pussy,
cv313,
ABBA,
a-ha,
MC5,
Gichy Dan,
The Vogues,
Bronski Beat,
Lungfish,
Kenny Larkin,
Rekid,
Aaron Thompson,
the Germs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.