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 Brunei and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tres Demented,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Max Romeo,
Ludus,
Pylon,
The Gap Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Sound,
Ponytail,
Severed Heads,
Soul II Soul,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Big Daddy Kane,
Simply Red,
Bauhaus,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jesper Dahlback,
cv313,
D'Angelo,
X-102,
Faraquet,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
a-ha,
Mad Mike,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mr. Review,
John Lydon,
Jacob Miller,
Kool Moe Dee,
Man Eating Sloth,
Zapp,
Lakeside,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Silicon Teens,
Essential Logic,
DNA,
Blossom Toes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Vladislav Delay,
The Birthday Party,
Camouflage,
The Black Dice,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fad Gadget,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
LL Cool J,
Newcleus,
June of 44,
OOIOO,
Banda Bassotti,
Quadrant,
Scratch Acid,
Pole,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Henry Cow,
Deakin,
The Young Rascals,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.