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 Kenya and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 KRS-One to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe 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 marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Ronan,
The Mojo Men,
Warren Ellis,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Marshall Jefferson,
Prince Buster,
The Fire Engines,
The J.B.'s,
David Axelrod,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pussy Galore,
Camberwell Now,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Busters,
Slick Rick,
Joey Negro,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Negative Approach,
Carl Craig,
Silicon Teens,
Ultra Naté,
Amazonics,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Associates,
The Shadows of Knight,
ABBA,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Talk Talk,
Buzzcocks,
Faust,
Tears for Fears,
Fugazi,
Janne Schatter,
Lou Christie,
Simply Red,
Sly & The Family Stone,
ABC,
Dave Gahan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Audionom,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
L. Decosne,
Soulsonic Force,
Animal Collective,
Model 500,
Lindisfarne,
Charles Mingus,
The Gories,
Easy Going,
Marmalade,
Boogie Down Productions,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Soft Cell,
Deepchord,
Marc Almond,
Quadrant,
Moebius,
T. Rex,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.