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 Chad and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 Toronto and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Tremeloes to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a güiro and a linndrum 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 arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Echospace,
Yusef Lateef,
Matthew Halsall,
Gang of Four,
Delon & Dalcan,
Grauzone,
Massinfluence,
Subhumans,
Hardrive,
Matthew Bourne,
Aural Exciters,
The Beau Brummels,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Yaz,
Shoche,
Marine Girls,
Spandau Ballet,
Fluxion,
Fat Boys,
Terry Callier,
The Blackbyrds,
The Happenings,
A Certain Ratio,
Ralphi Rosario,
New York Dolls,
The Shadows of Knight,
Essential Logic,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eden Ahbez,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pylon,
The Buckinghams,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Saccharine Trust,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Slits,
Nick Fraelich,
The Dave Clark Five,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Severed Heads,
The Blues Magoos,
Eurythmics,
Qualms,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gang Gang Dance,
This Heat,
Agent Orange,
Average White Band,
Dark Day,
Mark Hollis,
Infiniti,
Radio Birdman,
Swell Maps,
Unrelated Segments,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kaleidoscope,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.