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 Maldives and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the snare 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 The Barracudas to the rap 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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Joey Negro,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bauhaus,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Real Kids,
Jacob Miller,
Dorothy Ashby,
Letta Mbulu,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lalo Schifrin,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Stooges,
Tres Demented,
Spoonie Gee,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
OOIOO,
Audionom,
Silicon Teens,
Ronnie Foster,
Zapp,
Max Romeo,
Crash Course in Science,
Circle Jerks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Yazoo,
The Velvet Underground,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Zeros,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nick Fraelich,
Tears for Fears,
London Community Gospel Choir,
T.S.O.L.,
Wolf Eyes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Litter,
Vladislav Delay,
Bob Dylan,
DJ Style,
Pantaleimon,
The Doors,
Alice Coltrane,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Derrick May,
Flipper,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jawbox,
The Black Dice,
Model 500,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
John Lydon,
Darondo,
The Evens,
Soft Machine,
10cc,
Susan Cadogan,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.