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 Benin and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Association to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba 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 snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Zapp,
The Blackbyrds,
James White and The Blacks,
The Grass Roots,
New York Dolls,
DJ Style,
Yusef Lateef,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Radiohead,
Matthew Halsall,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Crash Course in Science,
Ultimate Spinach,
New Age Steppers,
the Soft Cell,
The Golliwogs,
Mandrill,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Sound,
Bill Near,
Chris & Cosey,
Pierre Henry,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Birthday Party,
Banda Bassotti,
The Count Five,
Marvin Gaye,
La Düsseldorf,
The Selecter,
Colin Newman,
Patti Smith,
Sparks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cluster,
Sonic Youth,
Black Bananas,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eurythmics,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ludus,
Scrapy,
ABC,
The J.B.'s,
The Electric Prunes,
Isaac Hayes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gang of Four,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Last Poets,
Dead Boys,
Spandau Ballet,
Bad Manners,
The Divine Comedy,
The Remains,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Porter Ricks,
Jerry's Kids,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.