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 Bulgaria and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 techno 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Patti Smith,
Deakin,
The Techniques,
Reagan Youth,
Moss Icon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Scion,
Talk Talk,
Crime,
Panda Bear,
Girls At Our Best!,
Chris Corsano,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Q and Not U,
Sonny Sharrock,
Minny Pops,
Rhythm & Sound,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Count Five,
Khruangbin,
OOIOO,
Donny Hathaway,
Depeche Mode,
Franke,
Japan,
Fela Kuti,
Pharoah Sanders,
James White and The Blacks,
Aloha Tigers,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Fugs,
Laurel Aitken,
The Barracudas,
Joey Negro,
the Normal,
Delta 5,
Loose Ends,
Main Source,
The Trojans,
Peter & Gordon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Young Marble Giants,
Section 25,
The Mummies,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Little Man,
Television,
Negative Approach,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bang On A Can,
Nik Kershaw,
Carl Craig,
Sparks,
Neil Young,
Matthew Halsall,
Rosa Yemen,
T.S.O.L.,
The Alarm Clocks,
Nirvana,
X-101,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.