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 Haiti and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Trojans to the rap 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 The Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 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 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
The Moleskins,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Prince Buster,
The Tremeloes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Country Teasers,
Slick Rick,
Glenn Branca,
The Techniques,
Adolescents,
Monolake,
Roy Ayers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Henry Cow,
Wally Richardson,
The Fortunes,
Niagra,
Darondo,
Soulsonic Force,
The Mojo Men,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Alton Ellis,
Heaven 17,
Model 500,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rakim,
Tim Buckley,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pantytec,
Au Pairs,
Joey Negro,
Drive Like Jehu,
Angry Samoans,
The Fuzztones,
Quantec,
Smog,
Roxette,
Moebius,
Leonard Cohen,
Althea and Donna,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ponytail,
Man Parrish,
PIL,
Rufus Thomas,
Marvin Gaye,
Yazoo,
ABBA,
Echospace,
The Doors,
Chrome,
Quadrant,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
ABC,
Ohio Players,
Reagan Youth,
The Blues Magoos,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.