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 Tunisia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Supertramp to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare 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 arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
The Raincoats,
ABC,
Supertramp,
MC5,
Circle Jerks,
Tim Buckley,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Quantec,
Man Parrish,
Radiopuhelimet,
Skarface,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Residents,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Electric Prunes,
Matthew Halsall,
Monks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Warsaw,
Tropical Tobacco,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lungfish,
Scientists,
Tres Demented,
Unrelated Segments,
New York Dolls,
Half Japanese,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lower 48,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Los Fastidios,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kayak,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Matthew Bourne,
The Standells,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eve St. Jones,
The Skatalites,
Derrick Morgan,
The Vogues,
Organ,
The Fugs,
Tommy Roe,
Cecil Taylor,
Second Layer,
Chris & Cosey,
The Searchers,
Rosa Yemen,
Zapp,
Mad Mike,
Letta Mbulu,
The Sound,
Marmalade,
The Move,
Leonard Cohen,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.