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 Ireland and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Theoretical Girls to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba and a linndrum 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 mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
R.M.O.,
Tres Demented,
Gang Starr,
Second Layer,
Joyce Sims,
The Dead C,
Peter and Kerry,
Symarip,
New Order,
Fatback Band,
Deepchord,
Camouflage,
The Moleskins,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Anakelly,
Schoolly D,
Wire,
June Days,
Can,
Franke,
Shuggie Otis,
Tears for Fears,
Rod Modell,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gang Gang Dance,
Excepter,
Infiniti,
Grauzone,
Lightning Bolt,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fela Kuti,
The Skatalites,
The Mojo Men,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Slits,
Althea and Donna,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Roxy Music,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Stereo Dub,
Nils Olav,
Ohio Players,
Radiohead,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ken Boothe,
The Seeds,
Soul Sonic Force,
Aaron Thompson,
Flipper,
Brand Nubian,
Mr. Review,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Knickerbockers,
Derrick Morgan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Henry Cow,
Bob Dylan,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.