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 Oman and from London.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Roxette to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and a güiro 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 marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
The Last Poets,
Grauzone,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Count Five,
The Moody Blues,
Ronan,
The Human League,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Section 25,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Letta Mbulu,
Jimmy McGriff,
Public Image Ltd.,
This Heat,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Youth Brigade,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
La Düsseldorf,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Mummies,
David Bowie,
The Durutti Column,
Steve Hackett,
Sun City Girls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Blake Baxter,
Leonard Cohen,
The Happenings,
Don Cherry,
Rekid,
Piero Umiliani,
Bill Near,
June of 44,
New Age Steppers,
Babytalk,
Mr. Review,
Alice Coltrane,
The Martian,
The Gun Club,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Skriet,
Barclay James Harvest,
Erasure,
Scan 7,
Davy DMX,
Brass Construction,
Model 500,
B.T. Express,
Iggy Pop,
Pantytec,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Negative Approach,
Nirvana,
Lucky Dragons,
The Raincoats,
Maleditus Sound,
Arcadia,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mary Jane Girls,
Zero Boys,
Unwound,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.