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 Guatemala and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Salvador.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 The J.B.'s to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 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 marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
The Evens,
Royal Trux,
Funky Four + One,
Maurizio,
Babytalk,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bob Dylan,
Pere Ubu,
Unrelated Segments,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Iggy Pop,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Warsaw,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Modern Lovers,
Tears for Fears,
Agent Orange,
Ice-T,
The Black Dice,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dead Boys,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
John Coltrane,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fugazi,
Peter and Kerry,
Scrapy,
Wasted Youth,
Suburban Knight,
Television,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Blues Magoos,
Roxy Music,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Barclay James Harvest,
Altered Images,
DJ Style,
Desert Stars,
The Toasters,
Alton Ellis,
Mars,
Donald Byrd,
The Buckinghams,
Sexual Harrassment,
Loose Ends,
Gerry Rafferty,
Slave,
Negative Approach,
Colin Newman,
The Trojans,
Underground Resistance,
Bad Manners,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Organ,
The Golliwogs,
Rapeman,
Sun City Girls,
Quantec,
Robert Wyatt,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.