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 Chile and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Depeche Mode to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lakeside,
Dual Sessions,
Pylon,
Icehouse,
The Knickerbockers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sarah Menescal,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Smiths,
The Cramps,
Agent Orange,
Joey Negro,
Idris Muhammad,
Flipper,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fluxion,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Vladislav Delay,
The Golliwogs,
Niagra,
T. Rex,
Moebius,
Groovy Waters,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marvin Gaye,
Deepchord,
The Misunderstood,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bobby Womack,
The Leaves,
Peter & Gordon,
Glambeats Corp.,
Roy Ayers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Stiv Bators,
The Gap Band,
Theoretical Girls,
Soft Machine,
Gichy Dan,
Symarip,
The Beau Brummels,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gang Green,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bluetip,
Lalo Schifrin,
Intrusion,
Unwound,
the Normal,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Duran Duran,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Qualms,
Scion,
Brass Construction,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Swell Maps,
The Divine Comedy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Severed Heads,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.