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 Germany and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 a-ha to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin 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 guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
The Kinks,
Eden Ahbez,
Gang Green,
Lalo Schifrin,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Public Enemy,
Graham Central Station,
Alphaville,
Fad Gadget,
The Offenders,
Barbara Tucker,
Public Image Ltd.,
Minor Threat,
Minnie Riperton,
Organ,
Franke,
Aaron Thompson,
Eddi Front,
The Birthday Party,
The Fire Engines,
Bootsy Collins,
Scratch Acid,
The Last Poets,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bauhaus,
Radiopuhelimet,
Black Sheep,
Laurel Aitken,
The J.B.'s,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Deadbeat,
Jeff Lynne,
10cc,
Flipper,
Althea and Donna,
Japan,
Marine Girls,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
E-Dancer,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Hasil Adkins,
Yaz,
Crime,
Schoolly D,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Avey Tare,
Suicide,
Mark Hollis,
Tears for Fears,
Kurtis Blow,
Ultra Naté,
Dark Day,
The Names,
Little Man,
Youth Brigade,
Joyce Sims,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.