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 Turkey and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Parry Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Rod Modell,
Charles Mingus,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Oblivians,
The Monochrome Set,
The Mummies,
Soul II Soul,
Blossom Toes,
Ronnie Foster,
Animal Collective,
X-101,
Aswad,
Drexciya,
Thompson Twins,
Jeff Mills,
The Real Kids,
KRS-One,
Vainqueur,
Severed Heads,
X-102,
Jesper Dahlback,
Youth Brigade,
Erasure,
Boz Scaggs,
June of 44,
Lightning Bolt,
Marcia Griffiths,
Agitation Free,
AZ,
Spoonie Gee,
Cybotron,
Qualms,
Marine Girls,
The Buckinghams,
Joe Smooth,
Scientists,
Lyres,
Marmalade,
Bang On A Can,
Wolf Eyes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sound Behaviour,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kurtis Blow,
Barbara Tucker,
Alison Limerick,
Ultravox,
Skaos,
The Fall,
The Fuzztones,
Sugar Minott,
Max Romeo,
Alton Ellis,
New Age Steppers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Flash Fearless,
The Durutti Column,
Dark Day,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.