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 Congo and from Bremen.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the theremin 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 Easy Going to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 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 harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Isaac Hayes,
48th St. Collective,
Soft Machine,
the Normal,
Ice-T,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bluetip,
The Fire Engines,
Zapp,
Zero Boys,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Mummies,
David McCallum,
The Shadows of Knight,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jeru the Damaja,
Marcia Griffiths,
Terry Callier,
Echospace,
Interpol,
The Dead C,
ABC,
Soft Cell,
Colin Newman,
Supertramp,
Buzzcocks,
The United States of America,
Section 25,
Motorama,
Scratch Acid,
Ralphi Rosario,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Music Machine,
Howard Jones,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tres Demented,
Cal Tjader,
Camberwell Now,
Niagra,
Sight & Sound,
Thee Headcoats,
Barbara Tucker,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ludus,
DJ Style,
Ultra Naté,
Donny Hathaway,
Blancmange,
Alison Limerick,
Eurythmics,
Scott Walker,
Boogie Down Productions,
Arthur Verocai,
Dark Day,
Soulsonic Force,
Mandrill,
Das Ding,
Sister Nancy,
The Buckinghams,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Piero Umiliani,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.