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 Venezuela and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Slackers to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bang On A Can,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Gap Band,
Easy Going,
Bauhaus,
Tomorrow,
Isaac Hayes,
Subhumans,
Yusef Lateef,
Organ,
Don Cherry,
Malaria!,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Reagan Youth,
La Düsseldorf,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Joensuu 1685,
Thompson Twins,
Spoonie Gee,
Pantytec,
Little Man,
Cheater Slicks,
Wolf Eyes,
Arcadia,
Babytalk,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Excepter,
Ultra Naté,
Accadde A,
UT,
Crispian St. Peters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Man Parrish,
Sonic Youth,
Jacob Miller,
Jawbox,
Gang Gang Dance,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eve St. Jones,
Symarip,
Sexual Harrassment,
Johnny Osbourne,
Minnie Riperton,
Nation of Ulysses,
Amon Düül,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Schoolly D,
Johnny Clarke,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Skatalites,
The Divine Comedy,
Lungfish,
Eric Dolphy,
Qualms,
48th St. Collective,
Absolute Body Control,
F. McDonald,
Tubeway Army,
Stetsasonic,
Aloha Tigers,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.