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 South Africa and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Winnipeg.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Theoretical Girls to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ice-T,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pantaleimon,
B.T. Express,
Technova,
The Smiths,
Subhumans,
Roger Hodgson,
Angry Samoans,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Glambeats Corp.,
Excepter,
Matthew Halsall,
Visage,
The Modern Lovers,
Peter and Kerry,
Jacques Brel,
Jeff Lynne,
the Human League,
Kaleidoscope,
Organ,
Pharoah Sanders,
L. Decosne,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gang Gang Dance,
K-Klass,
Simply Red,
Marc Almond,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Y Pants,
Spoonie Gee,
Man Parrish,
Cameo,
Jawbox,
Hot Snakes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Names,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Soft Cell,
Schoolly D,
Ralphi Rosario,
Scan 7,
Yaz,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Parry Music,
The Pretty Things,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Stooges,
Blake Baxter,
Fluxion,
Amon Düül,
T.S.O.L.,
Laurel Aitken,
Slave,
The Remains,
The Mojo Men,
Mary Jane Girls,
Terry Callier,
Quando Quango,
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.