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 South Africa and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Harmonia to the punk 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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin 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 linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Massinfluence,
The New Christs,
K-Klass,
The Walker Brothers,
Black Sheep,
Sugar Minott,
Hardrive,
Buzzcocks,
The Sound,
The Vogues,
48th St. Collective,
Suburban Knight,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Althea and Donna,
Camberwell Now,
Lalann,
Bobby Womack,
Unrelated Segments,
Marc Almond,
Man Parrish,
Joy Division,
Johnny Osbourne,
Andrew Hill,
Nation of Ulysses,
Parry Music,
Lyres,
Derrick May,
The Velvet Underground,
Fat Boys,
Dark Day,
Patti Smith,
EPMD,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Minny Pops,
the Slits,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Radio Birdman,
Simply Red,
Camouflage,
Jeff Lynne,
Susan Cadogan,
Au Pairs,
The Monochrome Set,
Lou Christie,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lucky Dragons,
The Blackbyrds,
Davy DMX,
This Heat,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Funkadelic,
Y Pants,
Eric Dolphy,
Severed Heads,
Archie Shepp,
John Cale,
Marvin Gaye,
Brick,
Minor Threat,
Index,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.