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 Laos and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Wolf Eyes to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Max Romeo,
The Standells,
Jacques Brel,
Excepter,
The Flesh Eaters,
These Immortal Souls,
The Tremeloes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Circle Jerks,
Gabor Szabo,
Byron Stingily,
Tomorrow,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Silicon Teens,
The Zeros,
Massinfluence,
Kerri Chandler,
Eric Dolphy,
The Raincoats,
Bill Wells,
Kenny Larkin,
Black Pus,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
John Foxx,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
D'Angelo,
Barbara Tucker,
Tres Demented,
Goldenarms,
The Smiths,
Supertramp,
Altered Images,
the Sonics,
DNA,
Swans,
Danielle Patucci,
The Gories,
Rufus Thomas,
Cameo,
The Music Machine,
David Bowie,
OOIOO,
The Toasters,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kurtis Blow,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Boogie Down Productions,
Y Pants,
Junior Murvin,
Mr. Review,
Heaven 17,
Alton Ellis,
The Wake,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gerry Rafferty,
Johnny Clarke,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Barrington Levy,
Moss Icon,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.