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 Philippines and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 spring reverb 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 Letta Mbulu to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe 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 snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Bootsy Collins,
Television,
The Human League,
Bush Tetras,
The Five Americans,
Erasure,
The Smoke,
Lightning Bolt,
Lee Hazlewood,
Visage,
Boz Scaggs,
Das Ding,
Alton Ellis,
Suicide,
Lebanon Hanover,
Can,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Alison Limerick,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Underground Resistance,
Bill Wells,
Swans,
The Tremeloes,
T. Rex,
Pantaleimon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
China Crisis,
Kaleidoscope,
Joy Division,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Parry Music,
Interpol,
Kurtis Blow,
Glambeats Corp.,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Count Five,
Absolute Body Control,
Eddi Front,
Mark Hollis,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Clear Light,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Easy Going,
The Sound,
Ken Boothe,
Sam Rivers,
The Leaves,
Jeff Mills,
L. Decosne,
Ossler,
Sonic Youth,
Arcadia,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Joyce Sims,
Dark Day,
Barbara Tucker,
The Blackbyrds,
Tommy Roe,
The Young Rascals,
Sarah Menescal,
Swell Maps,
Audionom,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.