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 Tajikistan and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 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 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Laurel Aitken,
Soft Cell,
Lyres,
Matthew Halsall,
Sister Nancy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Fortunes,
Juan Atkins,
The Busters,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Zeros,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Black Bananas,
The Five Americans,
Porter Ricks,
Minutemen,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eve St. Jones,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Tres Demented,
Minnie Riperton,
Morten Harket,
Roxy Music,
Joe Smooth,
Jacques Brel,
Procol Harum,
T.S.O.L.,
Rufus Thomas,
Radiohead,
Marmalade,
Fat Boys,
Cal Tjader,
Ornette Coleman,
Cymande,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
F. McDonald,
The Grass Roots,
Public Enemy,
Bobby Womack,
Deadbeat,
Simply Red,
Spoonie Gee,
Mo-Dettes,
X-102,
Rakim,
Scan 7,
Robert Wyatt,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
David Bowie,
Anakelly,
The Doobie Brothers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sugar Minott,
Section 25,
Camberwell Now,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Stiv Bators,
World's Most,
The Kinks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.