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 Madagascar and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 spring reverb 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 Grauzone to the techno 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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
L. Decosne,
Black Moon,
The Music Machine,
Groovy Waters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Can,
John Foxx,
Dual Sessions,
Byron Stingily,
Lalann,
Lower 48,
Andrew Hill,
The Toasters,
Donny Hathaway,
Mantronix,
Man Parrish,
Babytalk,
Todd Rundgren,
David McCallum,
Prince Buster,
Silicon Teens,
Bill Wells,
Yellowson,
The Human League,
the Normal,
Bobby Byrd,
Soul Sonic Force,
Don Cherry,
Motorama,
KRS-One,
Hot Snakes,
Freddie Wadling,
Angry Samoans,
Robert Hood,
Electric Prunes,
Reagan Youth,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bobby Womack,
Oneida,
Deakin,
the Sonics,
MDC,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Radio Birdman,
Howard Jones,
Spandau Ballet,
Von Mondo,
The Remains,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jacob Miller,
Clear Light,
ABC,
Index,
Negative Approach,
The Mojo Men,
Hoover,
The Detroit Cobras,
Basic Channel,
Animal Collective,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.