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 Seychelles and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Nas to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar 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 synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Judy Mowatt,
Wings,
Joe Smooth,
Yaz,
the Slits,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dave Gahan,
Average White Band,
Audionom,
Terrestrial Tones,
Cameo,
Albert Ayler,
Pagans,
8 Eyed Spy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Black Bananas,
Subhumans,
Godley & Creme,
Rekid,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Standells,
The Gladiators,
Marc Almond,
Franke,
Soft Machine,
Minny Pops,
The Evens,
Scan 7,
The Black Dice,
Blossom Toes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gong,
the Germs,
The Modern Lovers,
Arcadia,
John Holt,
Joyce Sims,
Sparks,
Derrick May,
Davy DMX,
The Buckinghams,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bobby Byrd,
Amon Düül II,
Derrick Morgan,
Easy Going,
Neil Young,
Oblivians,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fear,
Skriet,
Mad Mike,
The Dave Clark Five,
Heaven 17,
Don Cherry,
Fela Kuti,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eden Ahbez,
Severed Heads,
The Fall,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sugar Minott,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.