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 Hungary and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Dark Day to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet 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 arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Delta 5,
Neil Young,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lou Reed,
Agitation Free,
MDC,
Radio Birdman,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Moleskins,
R.M.O.,
Yusef Lateef,
Harmonia,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mission of Burma,
Pantaleimon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Fugs,
ABC,
Spandau Ballet,
June of 44,
Make Up,
the Swans,
Visage,
Idris Muhammad,
Moss Icon,
Alton Ellis,
The American Breed,
Terry Callier,
The Grass Roots,
The New Christs,
The Last Poets,
Marmalade,
Sex Pistols,
The Skatalites,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Fire Engines,
Curtis Mayfield,
Clear Light,
Theoretical Girls,
Susan Cadogan,
Soft Machine,
Shoche,
Pussy Galore,
The Saints,
Organ,
Faraquet,
Das Ding,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bizarre Inc.,
Au Pairs,
Ponytail,
Donny Hathaway,
John Lydon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sandy B,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bill Near,
The Knickerbockers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.