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 Sierra Leone and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Joe Smooth to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes 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 mellotron and an oboe 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 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Heaven 17,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Piero Umiliani,
Hashim,
Yusef Lateef,
Skarface,
Mr. Review,
The Fuzztones,
The Stooges,
Lindisfarne,
Brothers Johnson,
Sound Behaviour,
Todd Terry,
Marvin Gaye,
Cecil Taylor,
Eric Copeland,
Aloha Tigers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rekid,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sugar Minott,
Audionom,
Chris Corsano,
Zapp,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Selecter,
Ossler,
Kaleidoscope,
Lee Hazlewood,
Country Teasers,
Unrelated Segments,
Sight & Sound,
The Techniques,
Gang of Four,
Negative Approach,
Gerry Rafferty,
Barclay James Harvest,
Liliput,
AZ,
The Real Kids,
Pagans,
the Germs,
Albert Ayler,
Popol Vuh,
The Moody Blues,
The Doors,
Guru Guru,
Tommy Roe,
Matthew Bourne,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pere Ubu,
Surgeon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Wolf Eyes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Chrome,
Jeff Mills,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
X-101,
The Pretty Things,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.