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 Sudan and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Terry Callier to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Mummies,
Lou Reed,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Warren Ellis,
Parry Music,
Absolute Body Control,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rakim,
the Slits,
Alphaville,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Loose Ends,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sun Ra,
The Real Kids,
Scrapy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Sonics,
The Neon Judgement,
Pussy Galore,
Joe Smooth,
Carl Craig,
Marshall Jefferson,
Liliput,
U.S. Maple,
Al Stewart,
Camouflage,
Lyres,
Rites of Spring,
Derrick May,
Jawbox,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fifty Foot Hose,
X-101,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Scan 7,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Radiohead,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Doobie Brothers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marine Girls,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Knickerbockers,
Marmalade,
Model 500,
Colin Newman,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eric B and Rakim,
Electric Prunes,
Amon Düül,
The Blues Magoos,
Ronnie Foster,
Fatback Band,
The Martian,
Negative Approach,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rufus Thomas,
Fela Kuti,
Arab on Radar,
Joe Finger,
New Order,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.