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 Iran and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lagos.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 The Associates to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and a snare 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 oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
MDC,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Deakin,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rakim,
Animal Collective,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Prince Buster,
Agent Orange,
Drexciya,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
PIL,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Magazine,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Parry Music,
Yellowson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Massinfluence,
Hoover,
The Fortunes,
Terry Callier,
Graham Central Station,
Blake Baxter,
Junior Murvin,
48th St. Collective,
Au Pairs,
Nick Fraelich,
The Angels of Light,
Young Marble Giants,
Barclay James Harvest,
Maurizio,
Circle Jerks,
Wally Richardson,
Peter & Gordon,
New Order,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Trumans Water,
Robert Görl,
Nico,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
T. Rex,
Eli Mardock,
Ronan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bauhaus,
Brothers Johnson,
Gang Starr,
Livin' Joy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Boogie Down Productions,
Suburban Knight,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dawn Penn,
Crispian St. Peters,
Joe Smooth,
Bronski Beat,
Aural Exciters,
Joensuu 1685,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.