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 Bolivia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Milan.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Lyres to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar and a mellotron 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 oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Unrelated Segments,
Laurel Aitken,
Sällskapet,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ken Boothe,
The Smoke,
a-ha,
Metal Thangz,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nico,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Simply Red,
Patti Smith,
Black Pus,
The American Breed,
Alton Ellis,
Moss Icon,
John Coltrane,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mantronix,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cluster,
Talk Talk,
Slick Rick,
World's Most,
the Slits,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Warsaw,
Susan Cadogan,
New Order,
June Days,
Crispy Ambulance,
Livin' Joy,
Kas Product,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tears for Fears,
Eddi Front,
Eli Mardock,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Niagra,
Lou Christie,
Carl Craig,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Soul II Soul,
Accadde A,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Joensuu 1685,
Bobby Womack,
Big Daddy Kane,
Howard Jones,
Michelle Simonal,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Fuzztones,
AZ,
Second Layer,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.