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 Iran and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 linndrum 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Chris Corsano,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Yaz,
Intrusion,
Nas,
Faraquet,
Marshall Jefferson,
Iggy Pop,
JFA,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
James Chance & The Contortions,
John Coltrane,
Sonny Sharrock,
Subhumans,
Parry Music,
LL Cool J,
Man Parrish,
Sound Behaviour,
The Misunderstood,
Pagans,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Deadbeat,
Soft Machine,
10cc,
Surgeon,
Electric Prunes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Agitation Free,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Tremeloes,
The Trojans,
Lyres,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ken Boothe,
Khruangbin,
Black Pus,
Al Stewart,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Von Mondo,
Dave Gahan,
MDC,
The United States of America,
Curtis Mayfield,
Animal Collective,
Prince Buster,
Todd Terry,
Dead Boys,
The Skatalites,
Johnny Clarke,
Erasure,
Youth Brigade,
The Gories,
World's Most,
The Remains,
Black Sheep,
Ponytail,
Danielle Patucci,
The Kinks,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.