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 Marshall Islands and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the güiro 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 John Holt to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a guitar 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Rhythm & Sound,
Vainqueur,
Unrelated Segments,
Gichy Dan,
The Grass Roots,
Angry Samoans,
Animal Collective,
Marine Girls,
Scan 7,
L. Decosne,
Duran Duran,
Ultimate Spinach,
Alice Coltrane,
Hot Snakes,
Circle Jerks,
Minny Pops,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Black Sheep,
Panda Bear,
The Toasters,
Prince Buster,
The Happenings,
Bronski Beat,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sound Behaviour,
Rosa Yemen,
Man Parrish,
Aswad,
Lightning Bolt,
Glenn Branca,
Maurizio,
Funkadelic,
Q65,
Stereo Dub,
Grauzone,
The Monks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Curtis Mayfield,
Crooked Eye,
Joey Negro,
Soft Cell,
Iggy Pop,
Vladislav Delay,
Yazoo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Wake,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fatback Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
John Lydon,
Archie Shepp,
the Slits,
Throbbing Gristle,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mo-Dettes,
Pylon,
Franke,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.