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 Panama and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the crunk 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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron 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 guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Pylon,
The Neon Judgement,
Crash Course in Science,
Steve Hackett,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Motions,
the Normal,
The Electric Prunes,
Livin' Joy,
Arcadia,
Junior Murvin,
Kevin Saunderson,
New York Dolls,
Donald Byrd,
JFA,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sun City Girls,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Camberwell Now,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Brothers Johnson,
Outsiders,
Tim Buckley,
The Stooges,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Niagra,
Joe Finger,
Bill Wells,
Yusef Lateef,
Desert Stars,
Das Ding,
Throbbing Gristle,
Oblivians,
Zapp,
ABC,
Panda Bear,
Goldenarms,
Minutemen,
Ultimate Spinach,
Alice Coltrane,
Procol Harum,
Half Japanese,
The Sound,
The Smiths,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Arthur Verocai,
The Litter,
The Monks,
Spoonie Gee,
Lou Christie,
The Smoke,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Slackers,
Iggy Pop,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rufus Thomas,
The Toasters,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fela Kuti,
Fugazi,
Joensuu 1685,
Aural Exciters,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.