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 Dominica 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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Marvin Gaye to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Litter,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Busters,
Cameo,
The Happenings,
Deakin,
Cybotron,
The Blues Magoos,
Colin Newman,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Star Department,
Davy DMX,
Ronnie Foster,
The Last Poets,
Babytalk,
Au Pairs,
Sister Nancy,
Sugar Minott,
Hasil Adkins,
Danielle Patucci,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Khruangbin,
Spandau Ballet,
Susan Cadogan,
Pere Ubu,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dennis Brown,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tears for Fears,
Massinfluence,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Young Marble Giants,
The Offenders,
Kas Product,
Pagans,
Vladislav Delay,
Tres Demented,
Whodini,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
China Crisis,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gil Scott Heron,
Maurizio,
Pierre Henry,
Eli Mardock,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Donald Byrd,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Banda Bassotti,
Agent Orange,
Agitation Free,
Qualms,
Technova,
Pet Shop Boys,
Los Fastidios,
Wolf Eyes,
Tim Buckley,
Niagra,
Buzzcocks,
MC5,
The Doors,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sixth Finger,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.