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 Serbia and from Spokane.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 organ 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 D'Angelo to the jazz 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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin 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 clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
The Young Rascals,
Qualms,
Groovy Waters,
Visage,
Das Ding,
The Smiths,
New Order,
Con Funk Shun,
Alphaville,
The American Breed,
Barrington Levy,
Scan 7,
Hoover,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ludus,
Electric Prunes,
Magma,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Trojans,
The Birthday Party,
The Slits,
Neu!,
Audionom,
The Happenings,
Vladislav Delay,
the Sonics,
Pantaleimon,
Zapp,
Idris Muhammad,
One Last Wish,
Fugazi,
Quando Quango,
June of 44,
The Mummies,
The Moody Blues,
Lalann,
Fela Kuti,
Todd Rundgren,
Janne Schatter,
Rosa Yemen,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ornette Coleman,
The Real Kids,
Nick Fraelich,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Echospace,
Robert Görl,
Bob Dylan,
Brass Construction,
Pagans,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Negative Approach,
John Lydon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Blackbyrds,
Gregory Isaacs,
Angry Samoans,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.