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 Brunei and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the snare 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 Spandau Ballet to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator 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 oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Stiv Bators,
The Human League,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
X-102,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tears for Fears,
The Knickerbockers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kas Product,
The Durutti Column,
Neil Young,
Dawn Penn,
the Association,
Soft Cell,
Yellowson,
The Grass Roots,
Nils Olav,
Jimmy McGriff,
Public Enemy,
X-101,
The Smoke,
Freddie Wadling,
Slave,
kango's stein massive,
Scientists,
The Doobie Brothers,
Metal Thangz,
Q65,
T.S.O.L.,
Masters at Work,
Ultra Naté,
Man Parrish,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Shoche,
Supertramp,
Section 25,
Todd Rundgren,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fluxion,
The Selecter,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ludus,
Judy Mowatt,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Buckinghams,
Scion,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Letta Mbulu,
Cecil Taylor,
Don Cherry,
Deepchord,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Minny Pops,
Half Japanese,
The Kinks,
Eurythmics,
China Crisis,
Connie Case,
Ossler,
Jeff Lynne,
La Düsseldorf,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.