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 Cameroon and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Rotary Connection to the rock 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Human League,
Warsaw,
B.T. Express,
Adolescents,
Soulsonic Force,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Q65,
Eden Ahbez,
Isaac Hayes,
Andrew Hill,
Rod Modell,
Laurel Aitken,
LL Cool J,
Crispy Ambulance,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Au Pairs,
cv313,
Radiopuhelimet,
Derrick Morgan,
David Bowie,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Darondo,
The Fall,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Reuben Wilson,
Sixth Finger,
Model 500,
Guru Guru,
Donny Hathaway,
Lou Reed,
Man Parrish,
Babytalk,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Slick Rick,
Maurizio,
Robert Wyatt,
Bronski Beat,
Deakin,
Banda Bassotti,
Fatback Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Dirtbombs,
Barry Ungar,
EPMD,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Cramps,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Excepter,
Shuggie Otis,
Aural Exciters,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Malaria!,
Alison Limerick,
Jacques Brel,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Crash Course in Science,
Half Japanese,
Main Source,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.