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 Qatar and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pierre Henry to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Man Parrish,
Stetsasonic,
Public Enemy,
Andrew Hill,
Hasil Adkins,
Ludus,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Swans,
Davy DMX,
X-Ray Spex,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Babytalk,
Young Marble Giants,
Gang Starr,
Donny Hathaway,
Moss Icon,
a-ha,
Vladislav Delay,
Nas,
Terry Callier,
Scan 7,
Bobby Byrd,
Scratch Acid,
Tomorrow,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Zeros,
Sugar Minott,
Technova,
Average White Band,
The Litter,
The Techniques,
Unwound,
Jerry's Kids,
Kas Product,
Depeche Mode,
Avey Tare,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Intrusion,
Bill Wells,
Sam Rivers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eurythmics,
Peter and Kerry,
David Axelrod,
Nik Kershaw,
Massinfluence,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nirvana,
Dorothy Ashby,
Spoonie Gee,
Essential Logic,
Soul Sonic Force,
Masters at Work,
DJ Sneak,
Schoolly D,
The Golliwogs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jacob Miller,
Bluetip,
Sällskapet,
Freddie Wadling,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.