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 Portugal and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Von Mondo to the dance 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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Von Mondo,
the Normal,
Q65,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Shadows of Knight,
Severed Heads,
The Buckinghams,
Icehouse,
The Divine Comedy,
Agent Orange,
Joy Division,
Bang On A Can,
Heaven 17,
MC5,
Nick Fraelich,
Nation of Ulysses,
Scrapy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Radio Birdman,
Maurizio,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gang of Four,
Funky Four + One,
Godley & Creme,
The Litter,
Country Teasers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gil Scott Heron,
MDC,
Lou Christie,
Saccharine Trust,
Rakim,
Sun Ra,
Roger Hodgson,
Cheater Slicks,
D'Angelo,
Skaos,
John Foxx,
Ice-T,
Jesper Dahlback,
Maleditus Sound,
Easy Going,
Josef K,
Qualms,
Sight & Sound,
Reagan Youth,
F. McDonald,
Kayak,
Crash Course in Science,
Roy Ayers,
Hoover,
ABC,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Raincoats,
Adolescents,
Pantytec,
Subhumans,
Suburban Knight,
Sun City Girls,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.