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 Suriname and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 X-Ray Spex to the crunk 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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord 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 sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Rotary Connection,
Grauzone,
Con Funk Shun,
Joensuu 1685,
David McCallum,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Severed Heads,
Danielle Patucci,
Yazoo,
U.S. Maple,
Dorothy Ashby,
Soft Cell,
Lungfish,
Supertramp,
Juan Atkins,
The Pretty Things,
Lakeside,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mr. Review,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sam Rivers,
Massinfluence,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Young Rascals,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bootsy Collins,
Big Daddy Kane,
Anthony Braxton,
Maleditus Sound,
Aaron Thompson,
Reagan Youth,
Andrew Hill,
Bill Wells,
This Heat,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Davy DMX,
Tubeway Army,
The Cramps,
The Busters,
Spandau Ballet,
Brick,
Matthew Halsall,
Unwound,
Suicide,
In Retrospect,
Connie Case,
The Beau Brummels,
Byron Stingily,
The Associates,
These Immortal Souls,
Gang Gang Dance,
Goldenarms,
MDC,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bobby Byrd,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.