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 Egypt and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bremen.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the 808 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 Section 25 to the crunk 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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Parry Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Radiohead,
Quadrant,
Ken Boothe,
Aaron Thompson,
Ultra Naté,
Inner City,
Stereo Dub,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Joyce Sims,
Accadde A,
Brick,
Royal Trux,
Cluster,
Ponytail,
Von Mondo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Trojans,
cv313,
The Evens,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Public Enemy,
LL Cool J,
The Knickerbockers,
Pantaleimon,
The Slackers,
Pere Ubu,
Kayak,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Adolescents,
H. Thieme,
Deadbeat,
Terry Callier,
Graham Central Station,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eve St. Jones,
UT,
Black Flag,
Gang Starr,
Mark Hollis,
Fear,
Nation of Ulysses,
Warsaw,
Severed Heads,
Neil Young,
X-Ray Spex,
Harmonia,
Kevin Saunderson,
Cheater Slicks,
Sparks,
New Age Steppers,
Drexciya,
Gregory Isaacs,
Magma,
Brass Construction,
The Fuzztones,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Gap Band,
Blancmange,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Marvin Gaye,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.