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 Chad and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Monolake to the techno 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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba and a rhodes 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 clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Laurel Aitken,
the Soft Cell,
The Motions,
The Blackbyrds,
Masters at Work,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ludus,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sparks,
FM Einheit,
UT,
Albert Ayler,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nirvana,
Morten Harket,
Eddi Front,
Marc Almond,
Boogie Down Productions,
La Düsseldorf,
Eli Mardock,
Gil Scott Heron,
Aloha Tigers,
Don Cherry,
Bill Wells,
Monks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kaleidoscope,
Sun City Girls,
The Pretty Things,
Nas,
Essential Logic,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rotary Connection,
The Divine Comedy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Urselle,
Young Marble Giants,
Simply Red,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Big Daddy Kane,
Donny Hathaway,
Jacob Miller,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eric Dolphy,
AZ,
Freddie Wadling,
Bobby Womack,
Sällskapet,
ABBA,
Thompson Twins,
Byron Stingily,
Minor Threat,
Judy Mowatt,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Johnny Osbourne,
Drexciya,
Hashim,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.