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 Norway and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 DJ Style to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes 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 spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
the Soft Cell,
Alice Coltrane,
Rakim,
Chris & Cosey,
The Seeds,
Unwound,
The Human League,
Hoover,
Depeche Mode,
Sugar Minott,
Flash Fearless,
The Gap Band,
The Fortunes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Cheater Slicks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Spandau Ballet,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Durutti Column,
The United States of America,
Loose Ends,
Max Romeo,
The Techniques,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
James White and The Blacks,
Erykah Badu,
The Young Rascals,
Vainqueur,
Al Stewart,
Barrington Levy,
The Black Dice,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nico,
Harpers Bizarre,
Clear Light,
Guru Guru,
Quando Quango,
The Flesh Eaters,
Skriet,
Y Pants,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Godley & Creme,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Donny Hathaway,
Pole,
Black Bananas,
Stiv Bators,
The Angels of Light,
Bang On A Can,
The Monks,
Masters at Work,
Pagans,
The Red Krayola,
Tim Buckley,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
David McCallum,
Lee Hazlewood,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pulsallama,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.