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 Czech Republic and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 Spokane and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Robert Palmer 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 Rekid to the grime 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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator 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 guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
The Happenings,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Subhumans,
Gichy Dan,
Model 500,
Audionom,
Drexciya,
B.T. Express,
Kas Product,
The Slits,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sex Pistols,
Anakelly,
Porter Ricks,
Q and Not U,
Matthew Bourne,
Funkadelic,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Blackbyrds,
The Red Krayola,
Rakim,
The Sound,
Alice Coltrane,
Todd Rundgren,
Niagra,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Smoke,
Cybotron,
Arthur Verocai,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Skarface,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lebanon Hanover,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Deakin,
The Mummies,
Sarah Menescal,
Graham Central Station,
The Divine Comedy,
Adolescents,
The Dirtbombs,
Tears for Fears,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Circle Jerks,
World's Most,
AZ,
Sugar Minott,
Throbbing Gristle,
Skaos,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Agent Orange,
David McCallum,
Rufus Thomas,
the Normal,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Harmonia,
The Standells,
Andrew Hill,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.