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 Taiwan and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Circle Jerks to the rap 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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar 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 guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Lungfish,
Yazoo,
Vladislav Delay,
Kerrie Biddell,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Loose Ends,
Chris Corsano,
Franke,
H. Thieme,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Stereo Dub,
Cecil Taylor,
Goldenarms,
Ken Boothe,
Eric Dolphy,
Mandrill,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Reuben Wilson,
Simply Red,
The United States of America,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Wasted Youth,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tubeway Army,
June of 44,
Barrington Levy,
Sight & Sound,
Echospace,
F. McDonald,
Joyce Sims,
Tom Boy,
D'Angelo,
Duran Duran,
Jeff Lynne,
Kayak,
Gregory Isaacs,
Unrelated Segments,
Niagra,
Rapeman,
Crime,
Marvin Gaye,
Judy Mowatt,
Roxette,
London Community Gospel Choir,
La Düsseldorf,
Carl Craig,
Thompson Twins,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Association,
Lou Christie,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pulsallama,
Deakin,
The Pretty Things,
Nick Fraelich,
John Foxx,
A Certain Ratio,
Stiv Bators,
Marc Almond,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.