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 Tonga and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ohio Players to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar 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 oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Stereo Dub,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Young Rascals,
Simply Red,
Soul II Soul,
Jeff Lynne,
In Retrospect,
The Slits,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Soft Cell,
Technova,
The Associates,
Stockholm Monsters,
Clear Light,
Ohio Players,
the Human League,
Fat Boys,
Quantec,
The Motions,
Sexual Harrassment,
Quadrant,
Gang Green,
Amon Düül,
Stiv Bators,
Chris & Cosey,
Steve Hackett,
The Leaves,
The Pretty Things,
Magma,
Lou Reed,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Man Parrish,
The Martian,
Visage,
The Sound,
Pharoah Sanders,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bluetip,
Connie Case,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Wolf Eyes,
Schoolly D,
The Cowsills,
Traffic Nightmare,
Alton Ellis,
Banda Bassotti,
The Cure,
The Searchers,
Alison Limerick,
Soul Sonic Force,
Moby Grape,
The Cramps,
Jandek,
Sound Behaviour,
Deepchord,
The Slackers,
Dual Sessions,
The Detroit Cobras,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
MC5,
Gang Starr,
Blake Baxter,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.