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 Tunisia and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Kerrie Biddell to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ 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 rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
New Order,
Black Flag,
D'Angelo,
Faust,
Monolake,
Duran Duran,
Kerri Chandler,
Throbbing Gristle,
Judy Mowatt,
Boogie Down Productions,
Franke,
Monks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Searchers,
Wally Richardson,
Moebius,
The Walker Brothers,
Unrelated Segments,
The Mojo Men,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Hardrive,
Japan,
Man Parrish,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Frankie Knuckles,
Toni Rubio,
The Seeds,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
James White and The Blacks,
LL Cool J,
Brothers Johnson,
Joe Smooth,
Glenn Branca,
Brass Construction,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Swell Maps,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Basic Channel,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Move,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Public Enemy,
The Cowsills,
Tubeway Army,
Pantaleimon,
Scan 7,
Bobby Byrd,
The Index,
The Fortunes,
Jeff Lynne,
Gerry Rafferty,
Loose Ends,
Half Japanese,
Sight & Sound,
John Foxx,
The Monks,
Parry Music,
Public Image Ltd.,
Aaron Thompson,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.