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 Guyana and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the punk 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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Mars,
UT,
Crispy Ambulance,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Andrew Hill,
LL Cool J,
X-102,
L. Decosne,
Altered Images,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Buzzcocks,
The Fortunes,
Goldenarms,
Tropical Tobacco,
Scion,
Visage,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
June Days,
Leonard Cohen,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Amon Düül II,
Jacob Miller,
Amon Düül,
Quantec,
The Victims,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Standells,
Josef K,
Marshall Jefferson,
Throbbing Gristle,
Flipper,
Cymande,
Godley & Creme,
Todd Terry,
ABC,
Chris & Cosey,
Drive Like Jehu,
Harmonia,
Joyce Sims,
Television,
Albert Ayler,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Oblivians,
The Golliwogs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Robert Hood,
In Retrospect,
DNA,
The Mummies,
Eric Dolphy,
Von Mondo,
The Buckinghams,
Reagan Youth,
Black Flag,
Faraquet,
Frankie Knuckles,
Model 500,
Scientists,
Jeru the Damaja,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.