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 Dominican Republic and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Sao Paulo.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gichy Dan to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe 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 synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Black Moon,
The Offenders,
Moby Grape,
Loose Ends,
Urselle,
Ken Boothe,
PIL,
The Slits,
D'Angelo,
John Cale,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bronski Beat,
Eve St. Jones,
Anakelly,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Dave Clark Five,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Simply Red,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Outsiders,
Minor Threat,
The Blues Magoos,
Connie Case,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ronan,
Make Up,
Max Romeo,
The Dirtbombs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Metal Thangz,
Qualms,
Tomorrow,
Agitation Free,
Mark Hollis,
EPMD,
Half Japanese,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sandy B,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rites of Spring,
Ultravox,
Big Daddy Kane,
Duran Duran,
Frankie Knuckles,
Depeche Mode,
Clear Light,
Black Pus,
The Pretty Things,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bang On A Can,
Faust,
The Gun Club,
Saccharine Trust,
Bootsy Collins,
Tom Boy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Donald Byrd,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.