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 Peru and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Golliwogs to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a theremin and a harpsichord 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 rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Terrestrial Tones,
John Cale,
Dawn Penn,
Kerri Chandler,
Ken Boothe,
Electric Prunes,
Hashim,
Sound Behaviour,
Sight & Sound,
The Modern Lovers,
Derrick May,
Dead Boys,
The Pop Group,
Sandy B,
Howard Jones,
Main Source,
Pet Shop Boys,
Blancmange,
The Blackbyrds,
Boz Scaggs,
Marcia Griffiths,
Slick Rick,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Suburban Knight,
The Dead C,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Doors,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
This Heat,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Black Dice,
Ten City,
The Fortunes,
Robert Hood,
The Stooges,
Tommy Roe,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Yaz,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Little Man,
Fatback Band,
Procol Harum,
Marvin Gaye,
Brass Construction,
JFA,
Hoover,
Eve St. Jones,
Connie Case,
Flash Fearless,
The Toasters,
Von Mondo,
Siglo XX,
Porter Ricks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Television Personalities,
Ituana,
Neu!,
Cal Tjader,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.