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 Uzbekistan and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and London.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Kool Moe Dee to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe 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 sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Sonny Sharrock,
T. Rex,
Saccharine Trust,
Bootsy Collins,
Deepchord,
David Axelrod,
Roxy Music,
Amazonics,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gil Scott Heron,
Minutemen,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Khruangbin,
Erasure,
Don Cherry,
The Smoke,
Angry Samoans,
Duran Duran,
Warren Ellis,
Vladislav Delay,
B.T. Express,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Youth Brigade,
Derrick Morgan,
Archie Shepp,
The American Breed,
The Durutti Column,
Pierre Henry,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Motions,
Terrestrial Tones,
T.S.O.L.,
Eli Mardock,
Icehouse,
The Mummies,
Altered Images,
Yellowson,
Ronan,
Crime,
Average White Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
This Heat,
Neu!,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ossler,
The Buckinghams,
Josef K,
Sun City Girls,
Laurel Aitken,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Dead C,
Robert Hood,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
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Fifty Foot Hose,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.