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 Colombia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 E-Dancer to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight 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 clarinet and a 808 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 chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rufus Thomas,
The Wake,
Metal Thangz,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Surgeon,
Quadrant,
Minny Pops,
Niagra,
The Martian,
Japan,
Porter Ricks,
Flash Fearless,
Inner City,
Aural Exciters,
Drive Like Jehu,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Black Pus,
cv313,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
Todd Terry,
Lower 48,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Monks,
Mars,
Aloha Tigers,
Donny Hathaway,
Young Marble Giants,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Human League,
MC5,
The Velvet Underground,
Pere Ubu,
Arcadia,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Joy Division,
Minnie Riperton,
Wasted Youth,
Soft Cell,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Leonard Cohen,
The Real Kids,
Joey Negro,
Von Mondo,
Chris Corsano,
Vainqueur,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Crooked Eye,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Arab on Radar,
John Lydon,
Gichy Dan,
The Walker Brothers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lee Hazlewood,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.