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 Solomon Islands and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Trumans Water to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds 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 disco 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 sitar and a synthesizer 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 chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Procol Harum,
Unrelated Segments,
Goldenarms,
Sam Rivers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bauhaus,
Marine Girls,
Angry Samoans,
The Selecter,
Glenn Branca,
Hasil Adkins,
Dave Gahan,
Ronnie Foster,
Nas,
Cluster,
Glambeats Corp.,
Supertramp,
LL Cool J,
Quantec,
Steve Hackett,
Heaven 17,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pagans,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gabor Szabo,
A Certain Ratio,
Spandau Ballet,
Flipper,
Mary Jane Girls,
Yazoo,
Pantaleimon,
Moebius,
The Happenings,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sun Ra,
Jawbox,
Eric B and Rakim,
Graham Central Station,
James White and The Blacks,
Au Pairs,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Sonics,
Minnie Riperton,
Mr. Review,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Scion,
Henry Cow,
The Wake,
Avey Tare,
Talk Talk,
One Last Wish,
Connie Case,
The Gladiators,
Joey Negro,
Robert Wyatt,
Mandrill,
Zero Boys,
Bluetip,
DNA,
Jandek,
DJ Sneak,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.