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 South Africa and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Delon & Dalcan to the electroclash 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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
10cc,
Eurythmics,
Deadbeat,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pharoah Sanders,
Brass Construction,
Byron Stingily,
Essential Logic,
Parry Music,
Reagan Youth,
Reuben Wilson,
Silicon Teens,
Spoonie Gee,
Bob Dylan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gabor Szabo,
Quadrant,
Moss Icon,
The Slackers,
Lightning Bolt,
Fluxion,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Audionom,
Electric Prunes,
Prince Buster,
China Crisis,
The Count Five,
the Soft Cell,
Scan 7,
T.S.O.L.,
Boogie Down Productions,
Robert Hood,
Maurizio,
The Pretty Things,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Germs,
Metal Thangz,
Spandau Ballet,
Crash Course in Science,
Mantronix,
Supertramp,
Yusef Lateef,
Minor Threat,
The Skatalites,
Oblivians,
The Busters,
Susan Cadogan,
the Swans,
Ronnie Foster,
The Gun Club,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
June of 44,
Skaos,
DNA,
Marvin Gaye,
Jeff Lynne,
Blossom Toes,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.