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 Honduras and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 snare 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 Lou Christie to the electroclash 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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
DNA,
Altered Images,
Pylon,
Ornette Coleman,
Infiniti,
Black Flag,
Archie Shepp,
Jeru the Damaja,
Funkadelic,
Don Cherry,
Stetsasonic,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Skatalites,
The Standells,
A Certain Ratio,
X-Ray Spex,
Alton Ellis,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
John Foxx,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sugar Minott,
The Tremeloes,
Scratch Acid,
The Music Machine,
Brick,
EPMD,
Rites of Spring,
Scion,
The Zeros,
Lalann,
Maleditus Sound,
Little Man,
the Fania All-Stars,
Quantec,
Youth Brigade,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bauhaus,
Josef K,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dennis Brown,
Yellowson,
Ralphi Rosario,
Arab on Radar,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Peter & Gordon,
Radiohead,
Rufus Thomas,
Amon Düül II,
Black Pus,
The Invisible,
Graham Central Station,
Amon Düül,
The Index,
Boz Scaggs,
Gang Green,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Andrew Hill,
Jeff Lynne,
Porter Ricks,
The Pop Group,
The Shadows of Knight,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.