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 Ecuador and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Copenhagen.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Flesh Eaters 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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin 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 synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Minutemen,
Jeru the Damaja,
ABBA,
Icehouse,
Arthur Verocai,
Alice Coltrane,
kango's stein massive,
Loose Ends,
Country Teasers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Neil Young,
Man Parrish,
Sun City Girls,
The Cure,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Germs,
One Last Wish,
Nils Olav,
Severed Heads,
Aural Exciters,
Sugar Minott,
Moebius,
Half Japanese,
The J.B.'s,
Depeche Mode,
The Knickerbockers,
This Heat,
Black Bananas,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Charles Mingus,
Amazonics,
Shuggie Otis,
Q65,
Wolf Eyes,
Joe Smooth,
Steve Hackett,
Eurythmics,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tommy Roe,
Banda Bassotti,
The Vogues,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mark Hollis,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Alphaville,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
a-ha,
The United States of America,
These Immortal Souls,
Derrick May,
Magma,
Kenny Larkin,
OOIOO,
Dead Boys,
Brass Construction,
The Slackers,
X-102,
the Soft Cell,
Sonic Youth,
Fad Gadget,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.