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 Uzbekistan and from Halifax.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Rufus Thomas to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba 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 synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Pussy Galore,
Prince Buster,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eurythmics,
Aswad,
CMW,
Black Flag,
The Electric Prunes,
Barry Ungar,
Ponytail,
Charles Mingus,
Minor Threat,
Funky Four + One,
Gastr Del Sol,
Wolf Eyes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Radiopuhelimet,
ABBA,
ABC,
Joyce Sims,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mission of Burma,
Agitation Free,
Eve St. Jones,
Kerrie Biddell,
Quando Quango,
Marmalade,
Pantaleimon,
The Slits,
Oneida,
Cameo,
The Wake,
Surgeon,
Delon & Dalcan,
MC5,
Yusef Lateef,
Drexciya,
Procol Harum,
Brothers Johnson,
Deakin,
The Real Kids,
Anthony Braxton,
Essential Logic,
Fat Boys,
Bauhaus,
Basic Channel,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Toasters,
Second Layer,
Fela Kuti,
The Pretty Things,
Sun City Girls,
Max Romeo,
FM Einheit,
Slick Rick,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eric Copeland,
the Normal,
The Seeds,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.