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 Paraguay and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 London and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the techno 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an arpeggiator and a synthesizer 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 güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Isaac Hayes,
Theoretical Girls,
Brand Nubian,
D'Angelo,
Ultravox,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Thee Headcoats,
Fad Gadget,
Eric Dolphy,
Harry Pussy,
Faust,
UT,
B.T. Express,
Can,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Circle Jerks,
Little Man,
Inner City,
Slave,
The Litter,
The Black Dice,
Camouflage,
Graham Central Station,
Ohio Players,
The Moody Blues,
Sam Rivers,
the Association,
E-Dancer,
Alton Ellis,
Faraquet,
Rapeman,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Aswad,
Interpol,
The Skatalites,
Quando Quango,
Ludus,
Gang Gang Dance,
Simply Red,
Piero Umiliani,
Lungfish,
Make Up,
The Beau Brummels,
China Crisis,
F. McDonald,
Roger Hodgson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
World's Most,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Qualms,
Agent Orange,
Dave Gahan,
The Residents,
Kurtis Blow,
Icehouse,
the Human League,
The Offenders,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Angels of Light,
The Toasters,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble 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.