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 Australia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Gang of Four to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Bobby Byrd,
Los Fastidios,
Sonic Youth,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Mojo Men,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
La Düsseldorf,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Offenders,
The Last Poets,
The Human League,
Big Daddy Kane,
Glenn Branca,
the Association,
Bob Dylan,
Q65,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Durutti Column,
Shoche,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ice-T,
Saccharine Trust,
Television Personalities,
Jimmy McGriff,
Quadrant,
The Victims,
Soft Machine,
Sister Nancy,
Unwound,
Anthony Braxton,
Stockholm Monsters,
June of 44,
Flash Fearless,
The Index,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gang of Four,
Aswad,
Bush Tetras,
The Slackers,
E-Dancer,
Anakelly,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mr. Review,
Popol Vuh,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sam Rivers,
Boredoms,
The Names,
Ponytail,
Vainqueur,
Soul II Soul,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Divine Comedy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Matthew Halsall,
The Modern Lovers,
Lower 48,
The Neon Judgement,
Japan,
Cal Tjader,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.