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 Ukraine and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Brass Construction to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight 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 synthesizer and a 808 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 snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
X-Ray Spex,
Sugar Minott,
Mandrill,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Fugs,
Hardrive,
Kenny Larkin,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rekid,
The Slits,
Johnny Osbourne,
Matthew Bourne,
Ituana,
Freddie Wadling,
Von Mondo,
Can,
Skriet,
Jawbox,
Roy Ayers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Desert Stars,
The Count Five,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Associates,
Wally Richardson,
Swans,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Boz Scaggs,
These Immortal Souls,
Oneida,
Reagan Youth,
Surgeon,
Michelle Simonal,
Brand Nubian,
Terrestrial Tones,
The J.B.'s,
The Tremeloes,
Ken Boothe,
Drive Like Jehu,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Organ,
The Blues Magoos,
Blancmange,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mad Mike,
Vainqueur,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sex Pistols,
T. Rex,
Slick Rick,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Skarface,
Bad Manners,
Connie Case,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Althea and Donna,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.