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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Boogie Down Productions to the crunk 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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron 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 synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Main Source,
John Foxx,
Matthew Halsall,
Anthony Braxton,
Urselle,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tommy Roe,
Bluetip,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rekid,
Boredoms,
Silicon Teens,
Simply Red,
T. Rex,
The Monks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Echospace,
The Durutti Column,
Magma,
Nation of Ulysses,
Godley & Creme,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Fugs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Negative Approach,
Trumans Water,
the Slits,
Rod Modell,
Jerry's Kids,
the Germs,
The Young Rascals,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fad Gadget,
Deakin,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
L. Decosne,
48th St. Collective,
The Real Kids,
Max Romeo,
Bang On A Can,
Slick Rick,
Tres Demented,
Eurythmics,
Talk Talk,
Average White Band,
David Bowie,
Wire,
The Raincoats,
The Sound,
AZ,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Slits,
The Gories,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Moebius,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.