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 Afghanistan and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 mellotron 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 Pharoah Sanders to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Lebanon Hanover,
Organ,
Second Layer,
Don Cherry,
Gang of Four,
Parry Music,
The Real Kids,
Symarip,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Hot Snakes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Guru Guru,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Gun Club,
One Last Wish,
Althea and Donna,
The Index,
Au Pairs,
Tropical Tobacco,
Quadrant,
UT,
Al Stewart,
Khruangbin,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The J.B.'s,
Graham Central Station,
The Fortunes,
Peter and Kerry,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Arcadia,
The Monks,
The Slits,
Piero Umiliani,
The Moody Blues,
Metal Thangz,
Erykah Badu,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Smog,
Stetsasonic,
The Gladiators,
Drive Like Jehu,
EPMD,
DJ Style,
The Toasters,
Scott Walker,
New York Dolls,
Junior Murvin,
Joyce Sims,
kango's stein massive,
Underground Resistance,
Radiopuhelimet,
Harry Pussy,
Heaven 17,
Kenny Larkin,
Q and Not U,
The Black Dice,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gichy Dan,
Newcleus,
the Fania All-Stars,
Prince Buster,
Robert Wyatt,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.