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 Tajikistan and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Mantronix to the jazz 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Section 25,
Stereo Dub,
Joensuu 1685,
Johnny Osbourne,
Duran Duran,
Rites of Spring,
Kayak,
Yaz,
Cheater Slicks,
Bobby Womack,
Marmalade,
LL Cool J,
Glenn Branca,
the Germs,
The Neon Judgement,
The Blackbyrds,
Rekid,
Simply Red,
Japan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Boz Scaggs,
Funkadelic,
Niagra,
Grauzone,
Excepter,
Lakeside,
Sam Rivers,
UT,
The Remains,
The Sonics,
Reagan Youth,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dennis Brown,
Cal Tjader,
Robert Wyatt,
Grandmaster Flash,
A Certain Ratio,
R.M.O.,
PIL,
Livin' Joy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Vogues,
Rapeman,
June Days,
The Birthday Party,
Isaac Hayes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gastr Del Sol,
Main Source,
Sugar Minott,
Terrestrial Tones,
Chris Corsano,
Bang On A Can,
Godley & Creme,
X-101,
Mandrill,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Victims,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.