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 Mongolia and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord 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 organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Negative Approach,
Ultra Naté,
The Monochrome Set,
Au Pairs,
Eddi Front,
The Toasters,
Eden Ahbez,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Saints,
Newcleus,
Jerry's Kids,
Funky Four + One,
Hot Snakes,
Colin Newman,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mantronix,
Jandek,
Audionom,
Tom Boy,
Nirvana,
The Searchers,
Josef K,
AZ,
La Düsseldorf,
Bobby Womack,
X-101,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Duran Duran,
Harmonia,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Index,
Soft Cell,
Erasure,
Bobby Sherman,
Lalann,
Ituana,
Fugazi,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Misunderstood,
Scrapy,
Connie Case,
Underground Resistance,
Flipper,
Jimmy McGriff,
FM Einheit,
The Happenings,
Jacob Miller,
Shuggie Otis,
Black Moon,
Harry Pussy,
The Red Krayola,
Lou Reed,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jacques Brel,
Deakin,
Simply Red,
Godley & Creme,
Rites of Spring,
Sister Nancy,
One Last Wish,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.