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 Malaysia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Man Parrish to the crunk 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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Ohio Players,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Niagra,
Kayak,
Banda Bassotti,
Agitation Free,
Nik Kershaw,
Crispy Ambulance,
Metal Thangz,
Bluetip,
Rekid,
Glenn Branca,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fad Gadget,
Alice Coltrane,
The Real Kids,
The Count Five,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Young Rascals,
The Divine Comedy,
Tom Boy,
Kurtis Blow,
Can,
the Fania All-Stars,
Harpers Bizarre,
New York Dolls,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eric B and Rakim,
Man Parrish,
The Motions,
The Grass Roots,
Erykah Badu,
Derrick May,
Pylon,
Scrapy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fluxion,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Walker Brothers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eurythmics,
Ultravox,
The Leaves,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cluster,
The Sisters of Mercy,
B.T. Express,
Warsaw,
Barbara Tucker,
the Soft Cell,
Technova,
Quando Quango,
Brothers Johnson,
Marmalade,
10cc,
kango's stein massive,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Names,
Mission of Burma,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.