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 Lithuania and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Dave Gahan to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Slick Rick,
Alice Coltrane,
Zapp,
Gong,
Black Bananas,
The Divine Comedy,
Fear,
Cecil Taylor,
Circle Jerks,
Ultravox,
Public Image Ltd.,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lucky Dragons,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Junior Murvin,
Livin' Joy,
The Neon Judgement,
Deepchord,
Talk Talk,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tom Boy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Todd Terry,
The Seeds,
Carl Craig,
Desert Stars,
Trumans Water,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Blues Magoos,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
OOIOO,
Pylon,
Judy Mowatt,
Boogie Down Productions,
Robert Wyatt,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Wire,
Howard Jones,
The Moody Blues,
Gerry Rafferty,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ten City,
Babytalk,
Laurel Aitken,
Freddie Wadling,
Rotary Connection,
Nik Kershaw,
Gastr Del Sol,
Absolute Body Control,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Names,
Jandek,
Delon & Dalcan,
Country Teasers,
Crooked Eye,
Peter and Kerry,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.