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 Brazil and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the theremin 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 K-Klass to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer 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 güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Wake,
The Buckinghams,
the Swans,
OOIOO,
David Axelrod,
Bauhaus,
Pierre Henry,
Swans,
Sarah Menescal,
Cluster,
Blancmange,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Mojo Men,
Erasure,
Audionom,
Cybotron,
Subhumans,
Todd Rundgren,
The Flesh Eaters,
Neil Young,
Susan Cadogan,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Slits,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Birthday Party,
Thee Headcoats,
The Sonics,
The Raincoats,
Ultravox,
Bootsy Collins,
Boredoms,
Soul II Soul,
The Offenders,
Peter and Kerry,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Minny Pops,
The Searchers,
Aloha Tigers,
Bronski Beat,
Tomorrow,
Eric Dolphy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Thompson Twins,
Angry Samoans,
Piero Umiliani,
Michelle Simonal,
Masters at Work,
Maurizio,
Depeche Mode,
Jeff Lynne,
Man Parrish,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Silicon Teens,
Alison Limerick,
Joe Smooth,
Anthony Braxton,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.