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 Oman and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ronnie Foster to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mandrill,
The Wake,
The Blues Magoos,
a-ha,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sparks,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Seeds,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kerrie Biddell,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Yazoo,
The Gap Band,
Bluetip,
Crooked Eye,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kenny Larkin,
Sällskapet,
Panda Bear,
Grey Daturas,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pantaleimon,
Radio Birdman,
Gang of Four,
Boz Scaggs,
Aaron Thompson,
B.T. Express,
Kevin Saunderson,
Stetsasonic,
Mad Mike,
Kool Moe Dee,
Roy Ayers,
the Sonics,
Agent Orange,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lungfish,
The Stooges,
Todd Terry,
Sexual Harrassment,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Fire Engines,
Gabor Szabo,
Ossler,
The Grass Roots,
The Cure,
David Axelrod,
Tim Buckley,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Negative Approach,
Black Flag,
Ten City,
Donny Hathaway,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Maurizio,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Durutti Column,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Scientists,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.