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 Lesotho and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Parry Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Mars,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Saccharine Trust,
The Motions,
Sound Behaviour,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The United States of America,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Gun Club,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Minny Pops,
Joey Negro,
the Slits,
Banda Bassotti,
Zero Boys,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Alice Coltrane,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tim Buckley,
Magma,
Crooked Eye,
Tres Demented,
Thee Headcoats,
The Velvet Underground,
Brothers Johnson,
Popol Vuh,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
David McCallum,
Jerry Gold Smith,
David Axelrod,
June Days,
Bizarre Inc.,
Guru Guru,
Derrick May,
Sister Nancy,
Sixth Finger,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Music Machine,
Nirvana,
The Star Department,
Dark Day,
Chrome,
Masters at Work,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nik Kershaw,
Hot Snakes,
Gang Starr,
The Gladiators,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Stereo Dub,
Althea and Donna,
Johnny Clarke,
Joe Finger,
The Neon Judgement,
Oneida,
Amon Düül II,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.