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 St Lucia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Siglo XX to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Livin' Joy,
Jesper Dahlback,
New York Dolls,
Magazine,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Stereo Dub,
Ossler,
Moby Grape,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Searchers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Theoretical Girls,
The Busters,
Kurtis Blow,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Youth Brigade,
Bush Tetras,
Mary Jane Girls,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Red Krayola,
JFA,
Terrestrial Tones,
DNA,
Erykah Badu,
ABBA,
The Mojo Men,
June of 44,
The Zeros,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Music Machine,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dawn Penn,
the Bar-Kays,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Steve Hackett,
F. McDonald,
Hot Snakes,
Rakim,
Warren Ellis,
Brass Construction,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Reagan Youth,
Ultimate Spinach,
Davy DMX,
Amon Düül II,
Parry Music,
The Gap Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Barrington Levy,
Pere Ubu,
Harry Pussy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Schoolly D,
Pantaleimon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Oblivians,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Reuben Wilson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.