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 Guatemala and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 DJ Style to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 güiro and a snare 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 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Camberwell Now,
Ituana,
Con Funk Shun,
The Busters,
The Divine Comedy,
Scrapy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lungfish,
Jawbox,
Pantytec,
Eric Dolphy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Fugs,
Absolute Body Control,
X-101,
the Soft Cell,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Selecter,
Terrestrial Tones,
Alton Ellis,
The Leaves,
48th St. Collective,
CMW,
Schoolly D,
The Toasters,
Rakim,
The Motions,
D'Angelo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Panda Bear,
Magazine,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Swans,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Amon Düül II,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ronnie Foster,
Brass Construction,
Archie Shepp,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sister Nancy,
Yusef Lateef,
Zapp,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mad Mike,
Japan,
Nick Fraelich,
Smog,
Das Ding,
Eurythmics,
Severed Heads,
Nico,
Ten City,
MC5,
Piero Umiliani,
The Cure,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.