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 Vietnam and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Organ to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Swans,
David McCallum,
The Fire Engines,
T.S.O.L.,
Pylon,
Bizarre Inc.,
Country Teasers,
Lakeside,
Surgeon,
Michelle Simonal,
Mad Mike,
Pantaleimon,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sunsets and Hearts,
ABC,
Spandau Ballet,
Make Up,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sound Behaviour,
Interpol,
Fugazi,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Motions,
AZ,
The Index,
Underground Resistance,
The Red Krayola,
Arab on Radar,
10cc,
Glenn Branca,
Patti Smith,
Kas Product,
The Monks,
Guru Guru,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kenny Larkin,
Schoolly D,
Neil Young,
Fatback Band,
Easy Going,
Theoretical Girls,
Juan Atkins,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Smoke,
Warsaw,
Ronan,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Busters,
Tommy Roe,
Porter Ricks,
Parry Music,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bobby Sherman,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gang Starr,
Agent Orange,
Kerri Chandler,
The Trojans,
Rakim,
Main Source,
Icehouse,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.