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 Tanzania and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Gap Band to the dance 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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Glambeats Corp.,
Arthur Verocai,
Girls At Our Best!,
Letta Mbulu,
Gichy Dan,
The Fire Engines,
Fear,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
FM Einheit,
Pantytec,
The Sonics,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gong,
Jacob Miller,
The Slackers,
Ossler,
Bobby Womack,
Minnie Riperton,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Section 25,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
New York Dolls,
Scientists,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Excepter,
Y Pants,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pagans,
Ralphi Rosario,
DJ Sneak,
The Stooges,
The Fugs,
Skarface,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Godley & Creme,
Accadde A,
Camberwell Now,
Symarip,
Lalann,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Brass Construction,
Arcadia,
Mission of Burma,
Second Layer,
The Victims,
Joe Finger,
Nas,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Stockholm Monsters,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Minutemen,
Radio Birdman,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Crooked Eye,
The Buckinghams,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.