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 Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Barbara Tucker to the electroclash 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 The Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet 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 harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Agitation Free,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jacob Miller,
the Swans,
Altered Images,
The Monks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Flash Fearless,
Harpers Bizarre,
Zapp,
ABBA,
Simply Red,
Bobby Sherman,
China Crisis,
Neu!,
John Foxx,
Eric B and Rakim,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cheater Slicks,
Minutemen,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pulsallama,
Vladislav Delay,
Desert Stars,
The Durutti Column,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Accadde A,
Fear,
Freddie Wadling,
Mandrill,
Audionom,
Bad Manners,
Laurel Aitken,
The Real Kids,
DJ Style,
Boredoms,
Niagra,
Chris & Cosey,
Sight & Sound,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Happenings,
Piero Umiliani,
The Names,
Aural Exciters,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Guru Guru,
Big Daddy Kane,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Grey Daturas,
Dennis Brown,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Standells,
Liliput,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Crash Course in Science,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Selecter,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.