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 Kazakhstan and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 rock 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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes 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 chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Soft Cell,
Slave,
Black Flag,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cluster,
the Human League,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Soft Cell,
Quantec,
Marine Girls,
Black Pus,
Easy Going,
Vladislav Delay,
Barrington Levy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Susan Cadogan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Harpers Bizarre,
Minutemen,
Colin Newman,
the Sonics,
Michelle Simonal,
Skaos,
Adolescents,
Eric Dolphy,
The Grass Roots,
Erasure,
The Toasters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sarah Menescal,
Clear Light,
Stetsasonic,
Supertramp,
Surgeon,
Flipper,
Freddie Wadling,
Man Parrish,
Bob Dylan,
Fugazi,
Hashim,
Pet Shop Boys,
Procol Harum,
The Pretty Things,
Von Mondo,
The Leaves,
Ponytail,
Tommy Roe,
10cc,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Max Romeo,
Bill Near,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Terrestrial Tones,
Todd Rundgren,
Smog,
The Golliwogs,
These Immortal Souls,
Yaz,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.