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 Slovenia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the oboe 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 Buckinghams to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Funky Four + One,
Johnny Clarke,
Maleditus Sound,
Rosa Yemen,
Soulsonic Force,
The Wake,
Ultravox,
Godley & Creme,
The Last Poets,
Colin Newman,
Inner City,
Au Pairs,
Jeru the Damaja,
Skaos,
Pantaleimon,
Deepchord,
L. Decosne,
Easy Going,
Quadrant,
Chrome,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Barrington Levy,
Lee Hazlewood,
MDC,
Grey Daturas,
Fugazi,
This Heat,
Banda Bassotti,
Max Romeo,
The Sound,
10cc,
Alison Limerick,
Mo-Dettes,
the Slits,
Delta 5,
Warsaw,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Man Parrish,
The Beau Brummels,
Eden Ahbez,
Zero Boys,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tomorrow,
Prince Buster,
48th St. Collective,
Albert Ayler,
Kas Product,
Idris Muhammad,
Q and Not U,
Brothers Johnson,
Stetsasonic,
Intrusion,
Magazine,
Cameo,
Marmalade,
Buzzcocks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
John Lydon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.