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 Vanuatu and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Pop Group to the grime 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
ABC,
Altered Images,
JFA,
Quando Quango,
The Names,
Funky Four + One,
A Certain Ratio,
Wasted Youth,
Television,
Bauhaus,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Black Dice,
The Cramps,
Funkadelic,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Howard Jones,
Babytalk,
Freddie Wadling,
Wings,
Ituana,
World's Most,
Ten City,
X-102,
Idris Muhammad,
Johnny Osbourne,
Crash Course in Science,
Bad Manners,
Procol Harum,
The Move,
The Fire Engines,
Intrusion,
The American Breed,
Scott Walker,
Blossom Toes,
The United States of America,
B.T. Express,
Ronan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Walker Brothers,
Organ,
Cecil Taylor,
Visage,
Underground Resistance,
Zero Boys,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eric Copeland,
Icehouse,
Man Eating Sloth,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Standells,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bobby Sherman,
D'Angelo,
Prince Buster,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sound Behaviour,
Minor Threat,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Duran Duran,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.