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 China and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Shanghai.
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 Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eddi Front,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Desert Stars,
The Beau Brummels,
The Knickerbockers,
Josef K,
The Dave Clark Five,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fatback Band,
Joyce Sims,
Sällskapet,
Jerry's Kids,
The Smoke,
The J.B.'s,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
CMW,
Eden Ahbez,
ABBA,
the Human League,
Oblivians,
Essential Logic,
Anthony Braxton,
Ronan,
Iggy Pop,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Saints,
DNA,
China Crisis,
Cluster,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Theoretical Girls,
Arthur Verocai,
The Mummies,
Babytalk,
Rosa Yemen,
Rakim,
Brick,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Public Image Ltd.,
Leonard Cohen,
Jimmy McGriff,
Matthew Bourne,
Radiohead,
Excepter,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Robert Wyatt,
David Axelrod,
Piero Umiliani,
KRS-One,
Ice-T,
Gregory Isaacs,
Saccharine Trust,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Simply Red,
Spandau Ballet,
Sandy B,
The Seeds,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Model 500,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.