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 Slovakia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Pussy Galore to the rap 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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar 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 rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Amazonics,
Sällskapet,
The Misunderstood,
Darondo,
Aloha Tigers,
New York Dolls,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Pretty Things,
Circle Jerks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Anakelly,
ABC,
Deepchord,
Faraquet,
Stiv Bators,
Hasil Adkins,
Aswad,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Johnny Osbourne,
Au Pairs,
Pulsallama,
Agitation Free,
Dorothy Ashby,
Marmalade,
Black Sheep,
Ronnie Foster,
Eli Mardock,
Liliput,
Fugazi,
Tomorrow,
The Barracudas,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Soul II Soul,
Absolute Body Control,
EPMD,
DJ Sneak,
Second Layer,
The Grass Roots,
Lalann,
Y Pants,
Throbbing Gristle,
Donald Byrd,
Eve St. Jones,
Warsaw,
MC5,
Supertramp,
Infiniti,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Monochrome Set,
Don Cherry,
The Trojans,
Josef K,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Letta Mbulu,
The Move,
Byron Stingily,
Girls At Our Best!,
Robert Görl,
The Dave Clark Five,
Agent Orange,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.