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 France and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bizarre Inc. to the rock 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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Sarah Menescal,
Soft Machine,
Yusef Lateef,
Pole,
Soul II Soul,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Procol Harum,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The J.B.'s,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pantaleimon,
Grauzone,
Quantec,
The Moleskins,
Pet Shop Boys,
Avey Tare,
The Martian,
Glambeats Corp.,
Second Layer,
Eric Copeland,
June of 44,
Blancmange,
Basic Channel,
Marvin Gaye,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jesper Dahlback,
Minutemen,
Deepchord,
Lebanon Hanover,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fugazi,
Cymande,
The New Christs,
Japan,
Quando Quango,
Infiniti,
The Cure,
Deadbeat,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Hot Snakes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Essential Logic,
Fad Gadget,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bush Tetras,
Hardrive,
Morten Harket,
The Happenings,
Dave Gahan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Scrapy,
The Associates,
Outsiders,
Ralphi Rosario,
Public Image Ltd.,
It's A Beautiful Day,
John Cale,
The Dave Clark Five,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eden Ahbez,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.