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 Burkina and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Pussy Galore to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro and a 808 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 guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cybotron,
John Cale,
The J.B.'s,
Eurythmics,
Wings,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Derrick Morgan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mandrill,
Marvin Gaye,
Pagans,
New York Dolls,
Cecil Taylor,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Index,
Minnie Riperton,
Neil Young,
Index,
Funkadelic,
Tears for Fears,
Jeru the Damaja,
Colin Newman,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sound Behaviour,
Procol Harum,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fela Kuti,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Gun Club,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ultra Naté,
Delon & Dalcan,
Peter and Kerry,
Alphaville,
Erykah Badu,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rites of Spring,
The Five Americans,
The Selecter,
Moebius,
Von Mondo,
Eric B and Rakim,
Grauzone,
Donald Byrd,
Minor Threat,
Q65,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sexual Harrassment,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Brothers Johnson,
Arthur Verocai,
Danielle Patucci,
The New Christs,
Radio Birdman,
The Young Rascals,
Sam Rivers,
Model 500,
Donny Hathaway,
Lebanon Hanover,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.