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 Monaco and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the güiro 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 Blancmange to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Fania All-Stars,
Roxette,
Chris Corsano,
Susan Cadogan,
Joy Division,
Supertramp,
The Angels of Light,
Yazoo,
Japan,
Eric Copeland,
Cluster,
Sugar Minott,
Wire,
the Normal,
Skriet,
Nico,
Essential Logic,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kerri Chandler,
Kas Product,
Lyres,
Mission of Burma,
Faraquet,
Mandrill,
Pantytec,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gerry Rafferty,
E-Dancer,
The Offenders,
The Slackers,
Crash Course in Science,
The New Christs,
Cal Tjader,
The Human League,
Peter and Kerry,
Dorothy Ashby,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eden Ahbez,
Godley & Creme,
Mary Jane Girls,
David Axelrod,
These Immortal Souls,
Reuben Wilson,
The Stooges,
Junior Murvin,
Television,
The Zeros,
New Order,
Crime,
Pere Ubu,
CMW,
H. Thieme,
Avey Tare,
The Toasters,
The Detroit Cobras,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
T.S.O.L.,
Ossler,
Crooked Eye,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.