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 Micronesia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Houston.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Erykah Badu to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an organ and a chamberlin 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 a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Beau Brummels,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Moleskins,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Offenders,
Leonard Cohen,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ash Ra Tempel,
X-101,
Gerry Rafferty,
Michelle Simonal,
Porter Ricks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Derrick May,
Sex Pistols,
Circle Jerks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Metal Thangz,
The Skatalites,
Al Stewart,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sixth Finger,
Amon Düül,
The Angels of Light,
The Sonics,
John Coltrane,
Con Funk Shun,
Panda Bear,
Cheater Slicks,
Black Moon,
Gregory Isaacs,
R.M.O.,
Faust,
Qualms,
The Tremeloes,
June Days,
Lalo Schifrin,
Soft Cell,
Fear,
Susan Cadogan,
The Residents,
Jacob Miller,
Gil Scott Heron,
Be Bop Deluxe,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Unwound,
Cluster,
EPMD,
Joey Negro,
Matthew Bourne,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Standells,
The Doors,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Siglo XX,
Donny Hathaway,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Roger Hodgson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sam Rivers,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.