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 Bangladesh and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Jerry's Kids to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 the Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
FM Einheit,
Laurel Aitken,
Main Source,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Little Man,
Theoretical Girls,
Wasted Youth,
Rod Modell,
Siglo XX,
Section 25,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Aswad,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Seeds,
Con Funk Shun,
Gabor Szabo,
The Flesh Eaters,
Technova,
Pierre Henry,
ABC,
Ossler,
Talk Talk,
The Angels of Light,
Stereo Dub,
Darondo,
Simply Red,
Isaac Hayes,
The Slackers,
Yazoo,
Jacques Brel,
The Young Rascals,
Moebius,
Pulsallama,
Bronski Beat,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Maleditus Sound,
Michelle Simonal,
Swell Maps,
Excepter,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Average White Band,
Warren Ellis,
Arcadia,
Marmalade,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Zapp,
Tres Demented,
Altered Images,
The Names,
Electric Light Orchestra,
a-ha,
Iggy Pop,
Moby Grape,
Kenny Larkin,
Barbara Tucker,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gong,
Bill Near,
Jeru the Damaja,
Peter & Gordon,
Tom Boy,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.