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 Afghanistan and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Philadelphia.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the theremin 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 Qualms to the funk 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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 oboe and an organ 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 mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Joy Division,
The Monochrome Set,
Marcia Griffiths,
Letta Mbulu,
MC5,
the Bar-Kays,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tres Demented,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kaleidoscope,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lalo Schifrin,
Erykah Badu,
Lee Hazlewood,
Parry Music,
The Cowsills,
The Selecter,
Charles Mingus,
Pharoah Sanders,
Dave Gahan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Albert Ayler,
Terry Callier,
The Techniques,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sex Pistols,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sexual Harrassment,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Agitation Free,
Ronnie Foster,
The Vogues,
Radio Birdman,
The Moody Blues,
DJ Style,
Nico,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dawn Penn,
Kenny Larkin,
Motorama,
Lakeside,
Black Moon,
Leonard Cohen,
Graham Central Station,
Unwound,
Carl Craig,
The Detroit Cobras,
OOIOO,
Buzzcocks,
Basic Channel,
The Residents,
Fela Kuti,
The Mojo Men,
Mr. Review,
Minor Threat,
Depeche Mode,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.