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 Mozambique and from Copenhagen.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Seoul.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Fluxion to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Lower 48,
Jerry's Kids,
Matthew Bourne,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sugar Minott,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eric Copeland,
Half Japanese,
the Normal,
Hashim,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jeff Lynne,
Harpers Bizarre,
Minnie Riperton,
the Bar-Kays,
Television Personalities,
The Dead C,
Robert Hood,
Drive Like Jehu,
Morten Harket,
Ultimate Spinach,
Marvin Gaye,
Section 25,
Altered Images,
Al Stewart,
Surgeon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Roxy Music,
Zapp,
JFA,
DNA,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rotary Connection,
the Swans,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Evens,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lakeside,
Bad Manners,
Todd Rundgren,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Wasted Youth,
Negative Approach,
Prince Buster,
Symarip,
Harry Pussy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pere Ubu,
Skriet,
Cluster,
June of 44,
The Divine Comedy,
Charles Mingus,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Blues Magoos,
Fad Gadget,
The American Breed,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.