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 Seychelles and from New York.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the punk 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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb 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 güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Make Up,
Khruangbin,
MDC,
Inner City,
The Martian,
Faust,
Colin Newman,
Michelle Simonal,
E-Dancer,
Black Pus,
The Techniques,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Outsiders,
Nils Olav,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lindisfarne,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Swans,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tommy Roe,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jeff Lynne,
The Smoke,
Marine Girls,
The American Breed,
Roy Ayers,
Eden Ahbez,
Zapp,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Smog,
The Walker Brothers,
The Associates,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Depeche Mode,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sun Ra,
Dave Gahan,
Joyce Sims,
Negative Approach,
Con Funk Shun,
Radiohead,
The Count Five,
Hoover,
T. Rex,
The Standells,
Surgeon,
Dawn Penn,
Interpol,
World's Most,
Joe Finger,
The Saints,
Slick Rick,
Technova,
Visage,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Neon Judgement,
Mark Hollis,
Toni Rubio,
Motorama,
Agitation Free,
Cheater Slicks,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.