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 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 One Last Wish to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Absolute Body Control,
T. Rex,
Lucky Dragons,
Warren Ellis,
The Tremeloes,
The Black Dice,
Aaron Thompson,
Marc Almond,
Stiv Bators,
Byron Stingily,
Symarip,
Tomorrow,
Main Source,
Adolescents,
Sparks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jerry's Kids,
PIL,
The Dirtbombs,
Quando Quango,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Aloha Tigers,
The Gap Band,
Desert Stars,
Circle Jerks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Faust,
The Young Rascals,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Stockholm Monsters,
CMW,
Arcadia,
Swell Maps,
Patti Smith,
Kerri Chandler,
Mantronix,
The Modern Lovers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Fugs,
Minor Threat,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dead Boys,
Jawbox,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Boredoms,
Donald Byrd,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rapeman,
Lyres,
Mad Mike,
Erykah Badu,
KRS-One,
Subhumans,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Maurizio,
the Fania All-Stars,
Robert Wyatt,
Animal Collective,
Sight & Sound,
Pere Ubu,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.