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 Algeria and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Jakarta.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the disco 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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Wasted Youth,
Matthew Bourne,
Simply Red,
Masters at Work,
Derrick May,
The Five Americans,
Pierre Henry,
Delta 5,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nick Fraelich,
The Golliwogs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Seeds,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bob Dylan,
Aswad,
Suburban Knight,
Camouflage,
The Knickerbockers,
These Immortal Souls,
the Germs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nils Olav,
Lightning Bolt,
The Red Krayola,
Michelle Simonal,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Arcadia,
Eli Mardock,
X-101,
The Sound,
CMW,
Visage,
Ornette Coleman,
ABC,
Carl Craig,
Black Sheep,
Echospace,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dual Sessions,
Nico,
The American Breed,
Agent Orange,
The Toasters,
Kevin Saunderson,
Iggy Pop,
Index,
Public Image Ltd.,
X-102,
Glenn Branca,
Buzzcocks,
The Techniques,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Max Romeo,
Television,
U.S. Maple,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Music Machine,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.