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 Paraguay and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
The Tremeloes,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Seeds,
Kenny Larkin,
Alison Limerick,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gang Green,
The Names,
The Dead C,
Lakeside,
Isaac Hayes,
Maurizio,
The Flesh Eaters,
Susan Cadogan,
Lou Reed,
Japan,
Mr. Review,
Urselle,
Funky Four + One,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Soft Cell,
Sugar Minott,
Moby Grape,
Camouflage,
The Modern Lovers,
The Searchers,
Swans,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Marvin Gaye,
Livin' Joy,
The Barracudas,
Dave Gahan,
Interpol,
Derrick Morgan,
Danielle Patucci,
Main Source,
Blancmange,
The Last Poets,
Robert Hood,
Sight & Sound,
JFA,
Porter Ricks,
Second Layer,
Average White Band,
Lower 48,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Motorama,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Wasted Youth,
Popol Vuh,
Bobby Sherman,
Kerrie Biddell,
Electric Prunes,
The Blackbyrds,
Bang On A Can,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mad Mike,
Pierre Henry,
La Düsseldorf,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.