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 Latvia and from London.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Seoul.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sister Nancy to the grime 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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Scan 7,
Circle Jerks,
Laurel Aitken,
Sarah Menescal,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Altered Images,
A Certain Ratio,
Silicon Teens,
DNA,
Don Cherry,
Quando Quango,
The Searchers,
The Stooges,
Traffic Nightmare,
Porter Ricks,
Ohio Players,
Nils Olav,
JFA,
Buzzcocks,
Deakin,
Robert Wyatt,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Agitation Free,
Aloha Tigers,
Jacques Brel,
The Music Machine,
Brick,
Mark Hollis,
Saccharine Trust,
Gang of Four,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Desert Stars,
Joy Division,
the Germs,
Pantaleimon,
Aural Exciters,
Niagra,
Kurtis Blow,
The Fugs,
The Cure,
Derrick May,
Roxette,
Warren Ellis,
The Vogues,
Echospace,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Guru Guru,
U.S. Maple,
Spoonie Gee,
The Remains,
Soulsonic Force,
The Gap Band,
Cymande,
The Cramps,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Gladiators,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Interpol,
Arab on Radar,
Animal Collective,
KRS-One,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.