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 India and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Seoul.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
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 Stetsasonic to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Terrestrial Tones,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Charles Mingus,
Jacob Miller,
Eric Copeland,
China Crisis,
The Modern Lovers,
The Skatalites,
Hot Snakes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Archie Shepp,
the Bar-Kays,
Roger Hodgson,
The Sound,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Slits,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Fire Engines,
Cheater Slicks,
Au Pairs,
Siglo XX,
Warren Ellis,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tim Buckley,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Black Bananas,
Scott Walker,
Silicon Teens,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fatback Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Heaven 17,
The Knickerbockers,
David McCallum,
the Association,
The Moleskins,
Stockholm Monsters,
Glambeats Corp.,
Moebius,
Rhythm & Sound,
Marc Almond,
Bill Wells,
Letta Mbulu,
Rites of Spring,
Underground Resistance,
Television,
The Gap Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Al Stewart,
Quando Quango,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Seeds,
Minor Threat,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.