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 Kenya and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the rock 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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Can,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bluetip,
Bronski Beat,
Symarip,
Deakin,
Bush Tetras,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Girls At Our Best!,
Malaria!,
Siglo XX,
Marshall Jefferson,
Das Ding,
Kool Moe Dee,
Crispy Ambulance,
Desert Stars,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mary Jane Girls,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
FM Einheit,
Dual Sessions,
Ultimate Spinach,
Barrington Levy,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nas,
Theoretical Girls,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Cybotron,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kenny Larkin,
kango's stein massive,
The Count Five,
Dave Gahan,
Joey Negro,
Procol Harum,
Janne Schatter,
Jerry's Kids,
Yusef Lateef,
the Swans,
Hoover,
Lalann,
The Blackbyrds,
AZ,
Hot Snakes,
Aswad,
The Dead C,
Brothers Johnson,
Judy Mowatt,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gil Scott Heron,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Deepchord,
Groovy Waters,
In Retrospect,
the Soft Cell,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Moebius,
Jesper Dahlback,
Avey Tare,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.