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 Romania and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Camouflage to the funk 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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Panda Bear,
Matthew Halsall,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tim Buckley,
Subhumans,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ultra Naté,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Sonics,
Black Sheep,
Can,
Quantec,
Marmalade,
Ronnie Foster,
Von Mondo,
Con Funk Shun,
Lindisfarne,
The Fugs,
The Neon Judgement,
Kerrie Biddell,
Peter & Gordon,
Pere Ubu,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sarah Menescal,
Sonic Youth,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Half Japanese,
Stereo Dub,
Average White Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gong,
The Doors,
KRS-One,
The Litter,
Symarip,
Deepchord,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
ABBA,
Piero Umiliani,
This Heat,
Das Ding,
Roger Hodgson,
Man Parrish,
Electric Light Orchestra,
LL Cool J,
Goldenarms,
Cecil Taylor,
T.S.O.L.,
Fluxion,
Dennis Brown,
Mad Mike,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gerry Rafferty,
Oblivians,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sandy B,
Vainqueur,
Lakeside,
Kayak,
Eurythmics,
New Order,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.