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 Jamaica and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Houston.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Livin' Joy to the techno 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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 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 oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Nas,
The Searchers,
The Knickerbockers,
The Buckinghams,
Harmonia,
Qualms,
The Evens,
Gerry Rafferty,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Wolf Eyes,
Barrington Levy,
The Gladiators,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mo-Dettes,
Severed Heads,
The Shadows of Knight,
Aural Exciters,
Eli Mardock,
The Dirtbombs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pantaleimon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jimmy McGriff,
Amon Düül,
Dennis Brown,
The Sonics,
Suburban Knight,
Morten Harket,
Radio Birdman,
Tres Demented,
Simply Red,
DNA,
Yaz,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Steve Hackett,
Camberwell Now,
Ralphi Rosario,
Deadbeat,
This Heat,
Oneida,
The Monks,
Tom Boy,
Mr. Review,
Boredoms,
Funkadelic,
Motorama,
Alison Limerick,
Scientists,
Vainqueur,
Archie Shepp,
Lyres,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Susan Cadogan,
Tears for Fears,
Todd Rundgren,
Matthew Halsall,
Monolake,
Subhumans,
Inner City,
Dark Day,
New Age Steppers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.