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 Kiribati and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Pierre Henry to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Remains. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
F. McDonald,
MDC,
Fatback Band,
Cal Tjader,
Ronnie Foster,
the Swans,
Black Sheep,
Soul II Soul,
Underground Resistance,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Slits,
Television Personalities,
Davy DMX,
Gang Gang Dance,
John Holt,
The Martian,
Man Parrish,
Saccharine Trust,
Flipper,
The Real Kids,
Parry Music,
Royal Trux,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nik Kershaw,
JFA,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Gories,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tom Boy,
Donny Hathaway,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Index,
Q65,
Pole,
Funky Four + One,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Swans,
The Slackers,
The Sonics,
K-Klass,
Erasure,
Susan Cadogan,
Scott Walker,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jerry's Kids,
Henry Cow,
Barclay James Harvest,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rotary Connection,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ronan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
One Last Wish,
Black Moon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bill Wells,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.