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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 OOIOO to the disco 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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans 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 snare and a spring reverb 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 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Sister Nancy,
Black Flag,
Cheater Slicks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mark Hollis,
Radiohead,
CMW,
Gastr Del Sol,
Guru Guru,
the Sonics,
Technova,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Slave,
Lebanon Hanover,
Supertramp,
Grandmaster Flash,
Urselle,
Joe Finger,
Sonic Youth,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Zeros,
Heaven 17,
Von Mondo,
Tropical Tobacco,
Delta 5,
Swans,
Gabor Szabo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Depeche Mode,
John Lydon,
Scientists,
Fluxion,
Sparks,
Ultra Naté,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
B.T. Express,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Searchers,
Donny Hathaway,
Grey Daturas,
The Pretty Things,
Lalann,
Mantronix,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ice-T,
The Doors,
Tubeway Army,
the Germs,
Zapp,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fela Kuti,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Electric Prunes,
Bobby Sherman,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Essential Logic,
London Community Gospel Choir,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.