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 Iceland and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in 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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 theremin 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 Henry Cow to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Sam Rivers,
Camouflage,
Idris Muhammad,
Kaleidoscope,
Ronnie Foster,
Dual Sessions,
Jeff Mills,
Fad Gadget,
Bill Near,
Derrick Morgan,
ABC,
The Mojo Men,
The J.B.'s,
Scratch Acid,
The Knickerbockers,
Public Enemy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
FM Einheit,
Siglo XX,
The Blackbyrds,
Grauzone,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The New Christs,
Crime,
John Coltrane,
The Fortunes,
Cybotron,
Rapeman,
Babytalk,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
DNA,
Massinfluence,
Soul II Soul,
Skarface,
Darondo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gil Scott Heron,
Quando Quango,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Arab on Radar,
Glenn Branca,
Peter & Gordon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
X-101,
The Vogues,
B.T. Express,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Quadrant,
Warren Ellis,
The United States of America,
Japan,
Soft Machine,
Arthur Verocai,
Funky Four + One,
Ronan,
The Flesh Eaters,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pierre Henry,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.