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 Venezuela and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lagos.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ultimate Spinach to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Loose Ends,
Pylon,
In Retrospect,
PIL,
The Fall,
The Mummies,
T. Rex,
Mark Hollis,
Byron Stingily,
Sex Pistols,
Jacques Brel,
Section 25,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ronan,
Scratch Acid,
Nas,
Severed Heads,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Whodini,
Derrick Morgan,
Henry Cow,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scrapy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Con Funk Shun,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Moby Grape,
Minutemen,
The Leaves,
Susan Cadogan,
Gong,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ludus,
Moss Icon,
Porter Ricks,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Cramps,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Hardrive,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fluxion,
Black Bananas,
Buzzcocks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Quadrant,
Albert Ayler,
cv313,
Arthur Verocai,
Blake Baxter,
The Detroit Cobras,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Audionom,
Youth Brigade,
Eric Dolphy,
Curtis Mayfield,
kango's stein massive,
New Order,
Maurizio,
Procol Harum,
Chris Corsano,
Rosa Yemen,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.