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 Bulgaria and from Stockholm.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ 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 arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Gang Starr,
Archie Shepp,
L. Decosne,
The Red Krayola,
Electric Prunes,
Radio Birdman,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Quadrant,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Zero Boys,
Neil Young,
La Düsseldorf,
The Black Dice,
Monolake,
Sun Ra,
Ohio Players,
Hoover,
Fear,
Boz Scaggs,
Lightning Bolt,
Absolute Body Control,
Derrick Morgan,
Black Moon,
Sparks,
Kurtis Blow,
Chrome,
X-101,
Niagra,
Bauhaus,
Sex Pistols,
Pylon,
Technova,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Erasure,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Magma,
Faraquet,
Pharoah Sanders,
Reagan Youth,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sam Rivers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Scion,
New Age Steppers,
Hasil Adkins,
Duran Duran,
MC5,
Rapeman,
Bobby Womack,
Arab on Radar,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Minutemen,
Brass Construction,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ossler,
Cheater Slicks,
Pierre Henry,
Scratch Acid,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.