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 San Marino and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Tomorrow to the grime 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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 theremin and a 808 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 guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Matthew Halsall,
MDC,
Connie Case,
The Grass Roots,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Invisible,
Blossom Toes,
10cc,
Black Bananas,
kango's stein massive,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kerri Chandler,
Rosa Yemen,
Piero Umiliani,
Gichy Dan,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Grandmaster Flash,
Byron Stingily,
The Trojans,
Fugazi,
The Blackbyrds,
Icehouse,
Neu!,
Sixth Finger,
Banda Bassotti,
The Cure,
Pantytec,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Thompson Twins,
Swans,
The Raincoats,
Cluster,
Negative Approach,
Faust,
Joe Smooth,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Todd Rundgren,
The Doobie Brothers,
Faraquet,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Wasted Youth,
Isaac Hayes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Pretty Things,
Rod Modell,
Ponytail,
Motorama,
Hardrive,
Section 25,
Ken Boothe,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Henry Cow,
The Kinks,
The Young Rascals,
The Fall,
Trumans Water,
Warren Ellis,
Fatback Band,
Pylon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.