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 Serbia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Ultravox to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar 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 organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Warsaw,
Idris Muhammad,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
New Age Steppers,
The Gap Band,
Deadbeat,
ABC,
Harpers Bizarre,
Derrick Morgan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Albert Ayler,
John Foxx,
Jesper Dahlback,
10cc,
The Remains,
Section 25,
Freddie Wadling,
kango's stein massive,
Ludus,
Mars,
Funkadelic,
Bobby Womack,
Ralphi Rosario,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Gories,
Althea and Donna,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Clear Light,
Anthony Braxton,
Tropical Tobacco,
Scott Walker,
Camouflage,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Dave Clark Five,
Delon & Dalcan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Monochrome Set,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Harmonia,
Ohio Players,
Aloha Tigers,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Skatalites,
Basic Channel,
Au Pairs,
The Grass Roots,
Peter & Gordon,
Procol Harum,
Magazine,
Minny Pops,
The Modern Lovers,
The Cramps,
Circle Jerks,
Roy Ayers,
Scientists,
Roxette,
Lee Hazlewood,
John Coltrane,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.