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 Antigua and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Bob Dylan to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
The Slits,
Interpol,
The Barracudas,
Moebius,
Slave,
The Remains,
Subhumans,
New York Dolls,
Darondo,
Carl Craig,
Kevin Saunderson,
Faust,
Idris Muhammad,
The Evens,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Black Flag,
The Red Krayola,
Delta 5,
Anthony Braxton,
Blancmange,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Robert Wyatt,
Quantec,
Half Japanese,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gang of Four,
Yaz,
Tim Buckley,
Alison Limerick,
This Heat,
The Martian,
U.S. Maple,
Tubeway Army,
Rod Modell,
Lou Reed,
Y Pants,
The Flesh Eaters,
Outsiders,
H. Thieme,
Soul Sonic Force,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kool Moe Dee,
Amon Düül II,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Simply Red,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Chris Corsano,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Zeros,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Gun Club,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Agent Orange,
Radio Birdman,
Prince Buster,
Ohio Players,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ronnie Foster,
Fela Kuti,
Yazoo,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.