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 Malaysia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Shoche to the grime 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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord and a guitar 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 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
The Neon Judgement,
Nils Olav,
Japan,
Babytalk,
Second Layer,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Count Five,
Chrome,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
OOIOO,
Nas,
Pulsallama,
Stetsasonic,
Siglo XX,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Robert Hood,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Avey Tare,
Public Image Ltd.,
Anakelly,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Susan Cadogan,
Ponytail,
The Moody Blues,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Basic Channel,
The Durutti Column,
D'Angelo,
Drive Like Jehu,
The J.B.'s,
Jesper Dahlback,
Minnie Riperton,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gabor Szabo,
Donny Hathaway,
Fluxion,
Jandek,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kevin Saunderson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ten City,
Grey Daturas,
The Cure,
Clear Light,
Swell Maps,
Bobby Byrd,
Eric Copeland,
Erykah Badu,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cecil Taylor,
The Kinks,
Sun City Girls,
Tomorrow,
Faraquet,
The Associates,
B.T. Express,
Moby Grape,
Radio Birdman,
Nik Kershaw,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.