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 Tajikistan and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Royal Family And The Poor to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 harpsichord and an oboe 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 rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sonic Youth,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Second Layer,
Simply Red,
Ronnie Foster,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
New Order,
Boredoms,
Judy Mowatt,
Zapp,
Skriet,
Bang On A Can,
a-ha,
The Gun Club,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Schoolly D,
Stereo Dub,
Marc Almond,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gang Gang Dance,
Toni Rubio,
Hardrive,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gastr Del Sol,
Crispian St. Peters,
Matthew Bourne,
Cecil Taylor,
Gabor Szabo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Severed Heads,
The United States of America,
Make Up,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jacob Miller,
Bill Near,
Infiniti,
Tomorrow,
Soul II Soul,
Funky Four + One,
Shuggie Otis,
ABBA,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Skatalites,
Warren Ellis,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Susan Cadogan,
Flipper,
Moebius,
Robert Wyatt,
Curtis Mayfield,
ABC,
the Soft Cell,
Japan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Joensuu 1685,
EPMD,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Donald Byrd,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.