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 Ghana and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 oboe 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 Glambeats Corp. to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator 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 harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Whodini,
Godley & Creme,
Barrington Levy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Thee Headcoats,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Silicon Teens,
Black Bananas,
Tim Buckley,
The Knickerbockers,
Henry Cow,
Fugazi,
Grauzone,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Stooges,
EPMD,
Essential Logic,
Eden Ahbez,
Dawn Penn,
China Crisis,
James Chance & The Contortions,
John Lydon,
The Cramps,
Pole,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Soft Machine,
Aural Exciters,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
X-102,
Pharoah Sanders,
Smog,
The Zeros,
The Monochrome Set,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Velvet Underground,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Darondo,
Hardrive,
Stiv Bators,
Radiohead,
Bootsy Collins,
Barry Ungar,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Slave,
K-Klass,
Bobby Sherman,
Connie Case,
Sonic Youth,
The Young Rascals,
The Divine Comedy,
Unwound,
Bob Dylan,
Soul II Soul,
The Five Americans,
Lalo Schifrin,
JFA,
Newcleus,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.