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 Suriname and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Busters to the punk 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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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 Bar-Kays,
Jacques Brel,
Rites of Spring,
Little Man,
Excepter,
EPMD,
Lungfish,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Youth Brigade,
Prince Buster,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Young Rascals,
The Gories,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Brass Construction,
Harpers Bizarre,
Echospace,
Donny Hathaway,
Robert Hood,
The Evens,
Lucky Dragons,
kango's stein massive,
Essential Logic,
Outsiders,
Mandrill,
The Sound,
Y Pants,
Kayak,
H. Thieme,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Doobie Brothers,
Depeche Mode,
Steve Hackett,
Dawn Penn,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eden Ahbez,
The Beau Brummels,
Roxy Music,
The Vogues,
The Star Department,
The Human League,
The Mojo Men,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Barry Ungar,
Ludus,
Japan,
Half Japanese,
Magma,
Tres Demented,
Schoolly D,
Anakelly,
World's Most,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ossler,
Minutemen,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Charles Mingus,
Simply Red,
Howard Jones,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.