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 Dominican Republic and from Houston.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and an arpeggiator 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 harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Pere Ubu,
Liliput,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cal Tjader,
The Vogues,
Jacques Brel,
Interpol,
Technova,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Depeche Mode,
Royal Trux,
the Soft Cell,
Brand Nubian,
Eden Ahbez,
DJ Sneak,
Ponytail,
Grey Daturas,
Robert Wyatt,
KRS-One,
Cameo,
Blancmange,
The Last Poets,
Soft Cell,
Boredoms,
Easy Going,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Infiniti,
Radiohead,
Suburban Knight,
K-Klass,
The Move,
John Foxx,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cecil Taylor,
Funky Four + One,
Inner City,
Traffic Nightmare,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Monks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Black Sheep,
The Fall,
Don Cherry,
Brick,
Brothers Johnson,
Nico,
Scott Walker,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Scientists,
Jeff Lynne,
the Bar-Kays,
the Fania All-Stars,
AZ,
Sight & Sound,
Sister Nancy,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.