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 Tanzania and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 güiro 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 Procol Harum to the techno 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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a spring reverb and an oboe 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 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Goldenarms,
The Fortunes,
Maurizio,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ludus,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tears for Fears,
Idris Muhammad,
Brick,
Matthew Halsall,
the Germs,
The Victims,
The Litter,
The Toasters,
Half Japanese,
Blossom Toes,
The Dirtbombs,
Ultravox,
Gichy Dan,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lakeside,
The Leaves,
Derrick Morgan,
The Associates,
Oblivians,
Nick Fraelich,
Essential Logic,
The Moody Blues,
Crooked Eye,
Chrome,
Royal Trux,
The Techniques,
The Five Americans,
Can,
Yellowson,
Joe Smooth,
Television,
Moebius,
Ralphi Rosario,
EPMD,
Sun City Girls,
The Real Kids,
Barry Ungar,
The Wake,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tommy Roe,
Inner City,
Maleditus Sound,
The Move,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
LL Cool J,
Severed Heads,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Grauzone,
Metal Thangz,
The Busters,
Traffic Nightmare,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.