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 Bolivia and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Boogie Down Productions to the jazz 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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 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 linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Ohio Players,
Flash Fearless,
Blancmange,
Iggy Pop,
Crispian St. Peters,
Heaven 17,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Alton Ellis,
Q and Not U,
Alison Limerick,
Minny Pops,
The Skatalites,
Gang of Four,
Mars,
The Offenders,
Howard Jones,
Warren Ellis,
The Fall,
Barclay James Harvest,
Loose Ends,
L. Decosne,
Minnie Riperton,
Bootsy Collins,
Sarah Menescal,
The Red Krayola,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Camouflage,
Chris & Cosey,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eurythmics,
Barry Ungar,
Bush Tetras,
Pantaleimon,
Minor Threat,
B.T. Express,
Quadrant,
The Moleskins,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Monolake,
Ponytail,
Terry Callier,
Radiopuhelimet,
Drexciya,
Alice Coltrane,
The Black Dice,
Black Bananas,
The Mojo Men,
Jesper Dahlback,
Country Teasers,
Guru Guru,
Mark Hollis,
Gichy Dan,
Fela Kuti,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Little Man,
Franke,
Vladislav Delay,
Arab on Radar,
The Dead C,
Arthur Verocai,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.