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 Antigua and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Reagan Youth to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 clarinet 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 mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Echospace,
Joe Smooth,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mark Hollis,
Scott Walker,
kango's stein massive,
Ralphi Rosario,
Absolute Body Control,
The Fugs,
The Mojo Men,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Misunderstood,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Warsaw,
The Black Dice,
Bauhaus,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
cv313,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nils Olav,
Hardrive,
Lou Christie,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Erasure,
UT,
Suburban Knight,
Janne Schatter,
Mad Mike,
Henry Cow,
Section 25,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Blues Magoos,
Audionom,
Eurythmics,
Silicon Teens,
Pantytec,
The Cramps,
The Associates,
Laurel Aitken,
Radiohead,
Brothers Johnson,
Thompson Twins,
the Sonics,
the Germs,
Q65,
Babytalk,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Interpol,
Make Up,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dennis Brown,
Lebanon Hanover,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sparks,
Quantec,
Marvin Gaye,
X-102,
Minutemen,
Sällskapet,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.