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 Tanzania and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Aaron Thompson to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Aaron Thompson,
H. Thieme,
Todd Terry,
Shoche,
Stiv Bators,
Johnny Osbourne,
Metal Thangz,
Maleditus Sound,
Todd Rundgren,
Bang On A Can,
The Moody Blues,
Pussy Galore,
Barbara Tucker,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Spandau Ballet,
Lee Hazlewood,
Yellowson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Youth Brigade,
Anakelly,
Aural Exciters,
Gabor Szabo,
New Order,
Country Teasers,
The New Christs,
Barrington Levy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Loose Ends,
Gang Starr,
Simply Red,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Derrick Morgan,
The Star Department,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Gladiators,
Terry Callier,
Grey Daturas,
EPMD,
Cal Tjader,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Davy DMX,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Golliwogs,
Severed Heads,
Pet Shop Boys,
Anthony Braxton,
The Human League,
Roxy Music,
Camberwell Now,
Pere Ubu,
John Lydon,
Skarface,
Pylon,
Idris Muhammad,
Rapeman,
Ponytail,
Buzzcocks,
Judy Mowatt,
AZ,
Porter Ricks,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.