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 Belize and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Paris.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the techno 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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar 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 spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
The Leaves,
Cecil Taylor,
Grandmaster Flash,
Crooked Eye,
Sandy B,
MC5,
Steve Hackett,
Average White Band,
The Golliwogs,
Whodini,
Monolake,
Accadde A,
ABBA,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Morten Harket,
Pole,
Parry Music,
The J.B.'s,
B.T. Express,
Anthony Braxton,
Warsaw,
The Detroit Cobras,
This Heat,
Jeff Mills,
Nico,
The Dirtbombs,
X-Ray Spex,
Black Flag,
Man Parrish,
The Blues Magoos,
Oneida,
Mr. Review,
the Slits,
Roger Hodgson,
Isaac Hayes,
Scion,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Prince Buster,
John Cale,
Ituana,
Cluster,
Marmalade,
Kerri Chandler,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Loose Ends,
Can,
Skarface,
Sugar Minott,
Pere Ubu,
The Stooges,
KRS-One,
Panda Bear,
Banda Bassotti,
Amon Düül II,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Marc Almond,
David Axelrod,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Donny Hathaway,
The Index,
Soulsonic Force,
Yaz,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.