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 Benin and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Human League. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin 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 snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
JFA,
The Litter,
Parry Music,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pylon,
The Knickerbockers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Raincoats,
Joensuu 1685,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Zeros,
Vladislav Delay,
Ultimate Spinach,
Throbbing Gristle,
Essential Logic,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rekid,
The Moody Blues,
Ultravox,
Rhythm & Sound,
Andrew Hill,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Barry Ungar,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cal Tjader,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The New Christs,
The Leaves,
Pole,
Aloha Tigers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Toasters,
Lakeside,
Malaria!,
The Searchers,
The Cowsills,
Ronan,
Kerri Chandler,
Mo-Dettes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Quando Quango,
Pantytec,
Sparks,
Fugazi,
Youth Brigade,
Johnny Clarke,
Make Up,
Erykah Badu,
Banda Bassotti,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Sonics,
Terry Callier,
Black Flag,
The Slits,
Traffic Nightmare,
Thee Headcoats,
Roxette,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.