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 Oman and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Blancmange to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer 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 spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Aswad,
Excepter,
Cluster,
Sarah Menescal,
The Slackers,
Massinfluence,
Roxette,
Black Moon,
E-Dancer,
The Zeros,
Royal Trux,
Ronan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Al Stewart,
Bush Tetras,
Byron Stingily,
Marc Almond,
K-Klass,
Jacques Brel,
Desert Stars,
Erykah Badu,
T. Rex,
Minutemen,
The Durutti Column,
The Skatalites,
Jeff Lynne,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Chrome,
The Last Poets,
Brand Nubian,
D'Angelo,
Duran Duran,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Angry Samoans,
Groovy Waters,
Ituana,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Golliwogs,
Flipper,
Delon & Dalcan,
Moby Grape,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lee Hazlewood,
EPMD,
Crooked Eye,
Stockholm Monsters,
Steve Hackett,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mad Mike,
Howard Jones,
The Flesh Eaters,
Model 500,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
DJ Sneak,
The Offenders,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.