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 Dominican Republic and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Judy Mowatt to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar 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 theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Glenn Branca,
Q and Not U,
Magma,
Juan Atkins,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Motions,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bobby Womack,
June Days,
Don Cherry,
La Düsseldorf,
Ken Boothe,
Tom Boy,
Sonic Youth,
Television,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ralphi Rosario,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Mummies,
The Smoke,
The Alarm Clocks,
10cc,
John Foxx,
The Vogues,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Agent Orange,
T. Rex,
Joe Finger,
Audionom,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
EPMD,
The Count Five,
Kenny Larkin,
the Sonics,
Rites of Spring,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Detroit Cobras,
Scientists,
Beasts of Bourbon,
New York Dolls,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Star Department,
Neu!,
The Beau Brummels,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Stetsasonic,
Danielle Patucci,
Robert Hood,
Animal Collective,
Rekid,
Cal Tjader,
Mission of Burma,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sound Behaviour,
Guru Guru,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Real Kids,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.