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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Pantaleimon to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 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 clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eric Copeland,
Whodini,
Gichy Dan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Move,
Derrick May,
Eve St. Jones,
Public Enemy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
R.M.O.,
Liliput,
The American Breed,
The Music Machine,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Stereo Dub,
Gang Gang Dance,
Depeche Mode,
Supertramp,
Derrick Morgan,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bang On A Can,
Jacob Miller,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Brothers Johnson,
Slave,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Velvet Underground,
Radiohead,
The Divine Comedy,
Swans,
Deakin,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
ABBA,
Fat Boys,
KRS-One,
The Selecter,
Theoretical Girls,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Flesh Eaters,
Patti Smith,
Royal Trux,
Jacques Brel,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The New Christs,
Average White Band,
Banda Bassotti,
Bronski Beat,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Marvin Gaye,
Mantronix,
DNA,
Black Sheep,
Joe Finger,
Howard Jones,
Siglo XX,
Grandmaster Flash,
Negative Approach,
Youth Brigade,
The Electric Prunes,
Absolute Body Control,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.