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 Colombia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Sao Paulo.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the oboe 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 Motorama 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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin 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 spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Joe Finger,
Flipper,
Tomorrow,
Eden Ahbez,
Black Sheep,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sun City Girls,
Moebius,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Residents,
Bluetip,
Amazonics,
Fifty Foot Hose,
U.S. Maple,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The American Breed,
Lyres,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Silicon Teens,
Ludus,
Letta Mbulu,
Q and Not U,
Cecil Taylor,
Gregory Isaacs,
Man Parrish,
Subhumans,
Bobby Womack,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Moby Grape,
Pantaleimon,
The Move,
Guru Guru,
Altered Images,
Anthony Braxton,
Joensuu 1685,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Last Poets,
Roxy Music,
Faraquet,
Spandau Ballet,
The Gun Club,
Jacob Miller,
The Blues Magoos,
Cabaret Voltaire,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Marvin Gaye,
Erykah Badu,
Kayak,
Camberwell Now,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eurythmics,
AZ,
The Count Five,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rod Modell,
Kas Product,
Bauhaus,
DJ Sneak,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
10cc,
Todd Rundgren,
The Blackbyrds,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.