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 Senegal and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 marimba 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 The Moleskins to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes 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 mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Radiohead,
The Flesh Eaters,
Aswad,
Angry Samoans,
Ohio Players,
Television,
Agent Orange,
cv313,
Alton Ellis,
Mantronix,
Rod Modell,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bob Dylan,
Jeff Lynne,
The Cowsills,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Blossom Toes,
The American Breed,
Pierre Henry,
D'Angelo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
James White and The Blacks,
OOIOO,
Sun Ra,
Sex Pistols,
The Five Americans,
Infiniti,
Grey Daturas,
Brand Nubian,
Roxy Music,
Magma,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fear,
Moebius,
These Immortal Souls,
Gang Green,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Vainqueur,
Marcia Griffiths,
Godley & Creme,
Moss Icon,
New Order,
Crispy Ambulance,
Schoolly D,
the Slits,
Grauzone,
The Slackers,
Nick Fraelich,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Joy Division,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
ABBA,
Tropical Tobacco,
Royal Trux,
Faraquet,
Young Marble Giants,
Make Up,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.