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 Micronesia and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Nico to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ludus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fat Boys,
Darondo,
Mr. Review,
Bob Dylan,
Section 25,
Dawn Penn,
Symarip,
Jerry's Kids,
The Toasters,
Rekid,
The Kinks,
Flash Fearless,
LL Cool J,
The Slits,
Andrew Hill,
Gong,
Skarface,
Fatback Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
Franke,
Amon Düül II,
Terry Callier,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sex Pistols,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Electric Prunes,
the Normal,
Niagra,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lightning Bolt,
The Names,
Sun Ra,
Porter Ricks,
Audionom,
The Martian,
Stereo Dub,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mad Mike,
Jacob Miller,
Crime,
Moss Icon,
The Leaves,
Reuben Wilson,
Cecil Taylor,
a-ha,
Nas,
Ossler,
Gichy Dan,
Das Ding,
Nick Fraelich,
Soulsonic Force,
Boz Scaggs,
Pylon,
the Human League,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Saccharine Trust,
World's Most,
Grauzone,
Roy Ayers,
Wire,
Nico,
Heaven 17,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.