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 China and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 güiro 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 Matthew Bourne 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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar 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 güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Glenn Branca,
Janne Schatter,
Robert Görl,
Bill Wells,
Marshall Jefferson,
DJ Style,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tom Boy,
Scientists,
Livin' Joy,
Bobby Byrd,
The Stooges,
Gastr Del Sol,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eden Ahbez,
David McCallum,
Jacob Miller,
Hasil Adkins,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Derrick May,
Joyce Sims,
The Gories,
T. Rex,
Terry Callier,
Anthony Braxton,
Mark Hollis,
Delon & Dalcan,
ABC,
X-102,
The Music Machine,
Skarface,
Delta 5,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Walker Brothers,
Theoretical Girls,
Dorothy Ashby,
Desert Stars,
World's Most,
Tim Buckley,
MC5,
Man Eating Sloth,
OOIOO,
Main Source,
Japan,
Ronan,
Moebius,
Rapeman,
China Crisis,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Velvet Underground,
Pole,
Peter and Kerry,
Bob Dylan,
Eurythmics,
Josef K,
a-ha,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jeff Lynne,
Kerri Chandler,
Pussy Galore,
The Searchers,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.