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 Australia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Wire 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 The Offenders. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers 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 an arpeggiator and an organ 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 a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Theoretical Girls,
Fat Boys,
Can,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lungfish,
Albert Ayler,
Stockholm Monsters,
Zapp,
Arthur Verocai,
Newcleus,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sam Rivers,
Arcadia,
Eric B and Rakim,
Stereo Dub,
Eric Copeland,
The Last Poets,
The Saints,
Easy Going,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Siglo XX,
The Fall,
Wasted Youth,
Tim Buckley,
The Count Five,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Blackbyrds,
Oblivians,
Crash Course in Science,
Kerri Chandler,
Popol Vuh,
Throbbing Gristle,
The United States of America,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ludus,
Gregory Isaacs,
Reagan Youth,
Spandau Ballet,
Anthony Braxton,
Robert Görl,
Sister Nancy,
Ken Boothe,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Byron Stingily,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Unwound,
Kaleidoscope,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bobby Sherman,
Nick Fraelich,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pet Shop Boys,
Erykah Badu,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pantytec,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pierre Henry,
Kevin Saunderson,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.