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 Denmark and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Babytalk to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and a harpsichord 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 organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Aural Exciters,
Magma,
Josef K,
Symarip,
Von Mondo,
The Monks,
Terry Callier,
In Retrospect,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pulsallama,
Sexual Harrassment,
Davy DMX,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Public Image Ltd.,
Crispy Ambulance,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Zero Boys,
Robert Wyatt,
Eurythmics,
Funky Four + One,
Ronan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Q and Not U,
Make Up,
Accadde A,
Gichy Dan,
Junior Murvin,
Toni Rubio,
Big Daddy Kane,
Camouflage,
Faust,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Alton Ellis,
Suburban Knight,
48th St. Collective,
Fear,
Au Pairs,
Barry Ungar,
Soulsonic Force,
Eve St. Jones,
Bauhaus,
Yazoo,
Ornette Coleman,
Black Sheep,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Barracudas,
the Soft Cell,
Scratch Acid,
Connie Case,
Frankie Knuckles,
Arab on Radar,
John Holt,
Bad Manners,
Skaos,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Neu!,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ten City,
OOIOO,
The Index,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.