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 Belgium and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Index to the dance 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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe 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 spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jeff Lynne,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Juan Atkins,
X-102,
The Seeds,
Bang On A Can,
New Age Steppers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Liliput,
T. Rex,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lower 48,
Gang Starr,
David McCallum,
Sun Ra,
Quantec,
the Bar-Kays,
Technova,
Ten City,
Blancmange,
The Human League,
June Days,
Isaac Hayes,
Pantaleimon,
The Gap Band,
Television,
The Star Department,
Monks,
Fear,
Camberwell Now,
Ken Boothe,
Heaven 17,
Brothers Johnson,
Kaleidoscope,
The Alarm Clocks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Inner City,
LL Cool J,
The Saints,
The Sound,
The Tremeloes,
Brand Nubian,
a-ha,
The Smoke,
Massinfluence,
Gastr Del Sol,
Arcadia,
Soft Cell,
Colin Newman,
Crime,
Charles Mingus,
The Slits,
Aswad,
Cameo,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gichy Dan,
PIL,
Peter & Gordon,
Sexual Harrassment,
Dave Gahan,
Black Pus,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.