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 United Kingdom and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 ABC 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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
The Fire Engines,
Ken Boothe,
Silicon Teens,
Scan 7,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rod Modell,
Pole,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Warsaw,
Parry Music,
Graham Central Station,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Cowsills,
Blossom Toes,
Matthew Halsall,
Kerri Chandler,
Siglo XX,
Heaven 17,
Laurel Aitken,
Donald Byrd,
8 Eyed Spy,
Echospace,
Terrestrial Tones,
Alton Ellis,
The Fuzztones,
U.S. Maple,
Lower 48,
Gabor Szabo,
Cymande,
Tropical Tobacco,
Loose Ends,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Neon Judgement,
Frankie Knuckles,
10cc,
Pierre Henry,
Gil Scott Heron,
Barry Ungar,
Pharoah Sanders,
Simply Red,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Stereo Dub,
Smog,
June of 44,
Panda Bear,
The Knickerbockers,
LL Cool J,
Fear,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Velvet Underground,
Wings,
Lightning Bolt,
Black Moon,
Pantytec,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Con Funk Shun,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Crooked Eye,
Eli Mardock,
The Fugs,
Jandek,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Pop Group,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.