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 Solomon Islands and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the dance 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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Freddie Wadling record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Bauhaus,
Connie Case,
Joe Smooth,
Funky Four + One,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Barry Ungar,
Davy DMX,
The Five Americans,
Fad Gadget,
Hashim,
One Last Wish,
Mantronix,
The Tremeloes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tubeway Army,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Searchers,
Average White Band,
Rotary Connection,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sandy B,
Jacob Miller,
Mark Hollis,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
June Days,
Gong,
Roy Ayers,
Wolf Eyes,
Spoonie Gee,
Robert Hood,
Camberwell Now,
Alton Ellis,
Harry Pussy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Malaria!,
Monks,
Archie Shepp,
Lungfish,
Warsaw,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Cramps,
Cal Tjader,
The Gladiators,
LL Cool J,
Joey Negro,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Boredoms,
Jerry's Kids,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kenny Larkin,
Joyce Sims,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lakeside,
Technova,
Black Pus,
Pulsallama,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.