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 Lithuania and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Pagans 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 The Human League. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and a clarinet 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 spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Carl Craig,
JFA,
Moss Icon,
Hardrive,
Depeche Mode,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Mummies,
The Last Poets,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Vladislav Delay,
Jacob Miller,
The Skatalites,
John Lydon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Yusef Lateef,
The New Christs,
Mantronix,
Bill Wells,
Amon Düül II,
Max Romeo,
Barrington Levy,
Dawn Penn,
The Associates,
Sarah Menescal,
Robert Hood,
Soul II Soul,
Wasted Youth,
Bauhaus,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Roxette,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Simply Red,
Quando Quango,
Yazoo,
Echospace,
Al Stewart,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Busters,
Little Man,
the Swans,
The Electric Prunes,
Icehouse,
Supertramp,
Tommy Roe,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Shuggie Otis,
Crispy Ambulance,
Josef K,
Zapp,
The Raincoats,
Hasil Adkins,
Flash Fearless,
Clear Light,
Roy Ayers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
DJ Sneak,
Shoche,
Michelle Simonal,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.