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 Qatar and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Associates to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord 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 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Severed Heads,
Wire,
Yaz,
Procol Harum,
Gastr Del Sol,
Malaria!,
Pulsallama,
Adolescents,
Gong,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rufus Thomas,
Brass Construction,
Half Japanese,
Main Source,
Ludus,
Eurythmics,
Visage,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Carl Craig,
The Slits,
Rakim,
Banda Bassotti,
Anakelly,
Toni Rubio,
Mars,
PIL,
Terry Callier,
Rites of Spring,
Outsiders,
The Beau Brummels,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jacques Brel,
Ornette Coleman,
Cecil Taylor,
Maurizio,
Lightning Bolt,
The Gories,
Radiopuhelimet,
Radio Birdman,
Minnie Riperton,
Nation of Ulysses,
Laurel Aitken,
Eyeless In Gaza,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Whodini,
EPMD,
Circle Jerks,
Soft Machine,
D'Angelo,
La Düsseldorf,
Crime,
The Flesh Eaters,
Nico,
Technova,
Chris Corsano,
Schoolly D,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.