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 Samoa and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mumbai.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Camouflage to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar 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 sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Delon & Dalcan,
Arcadia,
The New Christs,
The Gap Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Moleskins,
Inner City,
Kurtis Blow,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Slits,
Thompson Twins,
The Busters,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Main Source,
Anakelly,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Yusef Lateef,
Kaleidoscope,
The Gladiators,
Sound Behaviour,
Black Pus,
F. McDonald,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
John Cale,
Fear,
The Electric Prunes,
Mantronix,
These Immortal Souls,
The Tremeloes,
The Standells,
Buzzcocks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pharoah Sanders,
Youth Brigade,
Qualms,
The Red Krayola,
Mission of Burma,
Underground Resistance,
Hot Snakes,
Isaac Hayes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Josef K,
Ultravox,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fat Boys,
Colin Newman,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jacob Miller,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Cecil Taylor,
Babytalk,
Wire,
Goldenarms,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Invisible,
U.S. Maple,
The Index,
Spandau Ballet,
Bauhaus,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.