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 Germany and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 David Bowie 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 Hot Snakes to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fat Boys,
Grauzone,
The Monochrome Set,
Reagan Youth,
Wire,
Reuben Wilson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Soulsonic Force,
Cluster,
Slave,
Sugar Minott,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ohio Players,
B.T. Express,
KRS-One,
Quantec,
Todd Rundgren,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Henry Cow,
Intrusion,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
John Lydon,
Bizarre Inc.,
Y Pants,
Rites of Spring,
Chris & Cosey,
Angry Samoans,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Joey Negro,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bootsy Collins,
Aural Exciters,
Radiopuhelimet,
Liliput,
The Offenders,
Basic Channel,
Stetsasonic,
Eurythmics,
Masters at Work,
Marmalade,
The Blackbyrds,
Black Sheep,
Banda Bassotti,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Slits,
Brand Nubian,
Blancmange,
Robert Hood,
Underground Resistance,
Schoolly D,
AZ,
Cecil Taylor,
U.S. Maple,
Ludus,
Smog,
Ultimate Spinach,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.