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 Syria and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Boz Scaggs to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Pretty Things,
Mr. Review,
X-Ray Spex,
Iggy Pop,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
New Order,
The Gladiators,
Fad Gadget,
Pantytec,
Skriet,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Magma,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
L. Decosne,
the Swans,
Little Man,
Motorama,
Lou Christie,
Kerri Chandler,
The Kinks,
Amazonics,
Patti Smith,
Swell Maps,
Loose Ends,
Joyce Sims,
Faraquet,
Brass Construction,
Sixth Finger,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Cure,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Outsiders,
The Gun Club,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Josef K,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
10cc,
Gastr Del Sol,
Khruangbin,
Q and Not U,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Stooges,
Stereo Dub,
Qualms,
Joy Division,
Blake Baxter,
Pagans,
Scrapy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
China Crisis,
Soulsonic Force,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Fall,
Joe Smooth,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Chrome,
Pulsallama,
Angry Samoans,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.