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 Grenada and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sixth Finger to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Parry Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Y Pants,
the Bar-Kays,
Suburban Knight,
The Remains,
Spandau Ballet,
Colin Newman,
Maurizio,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ralphi Rosario,
Accadde A,
Duran Duran,
Lou Reed,
Peter and Kerry,
Dead Boys,
Sparks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Zeros,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Alton Ellis,
Frankie Knuckles,
Loose Ends,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Modern Lovers,
Gang of Four,
Arthur Verocai,
Can,
Basic Channel,
Pere Ubu,
Matthew Bourne,
Sight & Sound,
The Black Dice,
Nils Olav,
Laurel Aitken,
DNA,
Camberwell Now,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bluetip,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Searchers,
Rosa Yemen,
Peter & Gordon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Newcleus,
Black Bananas,
Radio Birdman,
Half Japanese,
Traffic Nightmare,
Hasil Adkins,
The Mojo Men,
The Last Poets,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Velvet Underground,
Mo-Dettes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Clear Light,
H. Thieme,
Lalo Schifrin,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.