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 France and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Josef K to the funk 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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow 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 sitar 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 mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Schoolly D,
Blake Baxter,
Lou Christie,
a-ha,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dead Boys,
The Index,
Procol Harum,
Gichy Dan,
Darondo,
Swell Maps,
The Skatalites,
Terry Callier,
Erykah Badu,
Sonic Youth,
PIL,
Section 25,
Amazonics,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Junior Murvin,
The Moody Blues,
The Fall,
Severed Heads,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Joe Finger,
Qualms,
Tres Demented,
Oblivians,
Eddi Front,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ohio Players,
Amon Düül II,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Moby Grape,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Delta 5,
Skriet,
Byron Stingily,
Boz Scaggs,
F. McDonald,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Aural Exciters,
Boredoms,
Depeche Mode,
Sight & Sound,
The Leaves,
MDC,
L. Decosne,
Albert Ayler,
Country Teasers,
Scratch Acid,
Minor Threat,
Bobby Sherman,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Prince Buster,
Fear,
Harmonia,
cv313,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.