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 Slovenia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Warren Ellis to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron 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 oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Velvet Underground,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Suburban Knight,
Jerry's Kids,
The Knickerbockers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
FM Einheit,
Shoche,
Masters at Work,
Model 500,
Lou Reed,
Joe Smooth,
Ossler,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Big Daddy Kane,
Absolute Body Control,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bobby Sherman,
Grauzone,
Terry Callier,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Golliwogs,
June of 44,
John Lydon,
Man Parrish,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Chris Corsano,
Sällskapet,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Busters,
Spandau Ballet,
Alison Limerick,
Lindisfarne,
Agent Orange,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Young Rascals,
Bobby Womack,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Roy Ayers,
Duran Duran,
June Days,
Mark Hollis,
Television Personalities,
Carl Craig,
Can,
Sex Pistols,
New York Dolls,
Brand Nubian,
Fluxion,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Red Krayola,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gabor Szabo,
Fugazi,
E-Dancer,
Rod Modell,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gang Starr,
Peter and Kerry,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.