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 Italy and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 organ 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 Todd Terry to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
The Walker Brothers,
Depeche Mode,
R.M.O.,
Derrick May,
Scion,
Soulsonic Force,
Clear Light,
Peter and Kerry,
Junior Murvin,
Echospace,
Nico,
Animal Collective,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Boz Scaggs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Brothers Johnson,
Joe Smooth,
Hasil Adkins,
Susan Cadogan,
Josef K,
Cheater Slicks,
Ludus,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Masters at Work,
The Invisible,
The Litter,
Prince Buster,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Chrome,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rekid,
T. Rex,
Zapp,
Q and Not U,
Sparks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Saints,
Bill Wells,
The Knickerbockers,
Brick,
Barbara Tucker,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Music Machine,
Average White Band,
Mr. Review,
Andrew Hill,
Thee Headcoats,
The Golliwogs,
Wire,
Swans,
Quando Quango,
Rod Modell,
Chris Corsano,
L. Decosne,
U.S. Maple,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Magma,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.