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 Eritrea and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the organ 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 The Knickerbockers to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin 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 rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Todd Rundgren,
Barry Ungar,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Offenders,
Rapeman,
The Trojans,
Technova,
Peter and Kerry,
Marvin Gaye,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Golliwogs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Deakin,
MDC,
Bobby Womack,
Kevin Saunderson,
Henry Cow,
The Mojo Men,
Popol Vuh,
The Dead C,
R.M.O.,
Dennis Brown,
Liliput,
The Blues Magoos,
D'Angelo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Neil Young,
K-Klass,
Piero Umiliani,
The Moody Blues,
Cymande,
8 Eyed Spy,
Drexciya,
kango's stein massive,
Radiohead,
The Buckinghams,
Ralphi Rosario,
Byron Stingily,
48th St. Collective,
Negative Approach,
Pantaleimon,
Erykah Badu,
Sexual Harrassment,
Alton Ellis,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
David Bowie,
Yellowson,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jerry's Kids,
Brand Nubian,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Birthday Party,
Trumans Water,
EPMD,
Easy Going,
Subhumans,
The Tremeloes,
Gang Gang Dance,
New Age Steppers,
Lucky Dragons,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.