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 Canada and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Kinks to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb 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 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Black Pus,
Barclay James Harvest,
Howard Jones,
Buzzcocks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Aaron Thompson,
The Fugs,
David Bowie,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Wasted Youth,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Wally Richardson,
Al Stewart,
Talk Talk,
The Moleskins,
Camouflage,
Iggy Pop,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Roxy Music,
Neil Young,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Doors,
Erykah Badu,
Radiopuhelimet,
Roger Hodgson,
Peter & Gordon,
JFA,
Bizarre Inc.,
Cecil Taylor,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
Black Moon,
Josef K,
Faust,
Flamin' Groovies,
Heaven 17,
Yusef Lateef,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Yaz,
Sight & Sound,
Monks,
Stiv Bators,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mo-Dettes,
Gabor Szabo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Patti Smith,
The Electric Prunes,
Magazine,
FM Einheit,
Gang Green,
Pylon,
The Searchers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Last Poets,
Mad Mike,
A Certain Ratio,
Saccharine Trust,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.