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 Jordan and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mexico City.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Aural Exciters to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare 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 marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Q and Not U,
Grandmaster Flash,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Mojo Men,
Kurtis Blow,
Accadde A,
Pierre Henry,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Desert Stars,
Erykah Badu,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Gun Club,
Tomorrow,
Chris Corsano,
Silicon Teens,
Sixth Finger,
The Seeds,
Man Parrish,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Todd Rundgren,
Radiohead,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Michelle Simonal,
Peter and Kerry,
Yazoo,
Soul II Soul,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
James White and The Blacks,
Depeche Mode,
Lalann,
Faraquet,
Cluster,
Tears for Fears,
Rod Modell,
Roy Ayers,
L. Decosne,
Model 500,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sex Pistols,
Wings,
Swans,
Lower 48,
Sunsets and Hearts,
David Axelrod,
Laurel Aitken,
Warsaw,
Outsiders,
Marine Girls,
Kerri Chandler,
Neu!,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ultimate Spinach,
Babytalk,
Index,
In Retrospect,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Scan 7,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Aural Exciters,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.