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 Turkey and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Normal to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and an organ 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 a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Radiohead,
Brand Nubian,
The Index,
Gang of Four,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Hashim,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Davy DMX,
The Wake,
Jacques Brel,
The Litter,
Black Bananas,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Quando Quango,
Tears for Fears,
U.S. Maple,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dual Sessions,
Alphaville,
New Age Steppers,
Trumans Water,
Quantec,
Radio Birdman,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Dead C,
Skriet,
ABC,
Shoche,
The Angels of Light,
Letta Mbulu,
The Zeros,
Black Flag,
Gerry Rafferty,
PIL,
8 Eyed Spy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Depeche Mode,
The Red Krayola,
Fela Kuti,
Pagans,
Erykah Badu,
X-Ray Spex,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tommy Roe,
K-Klass,
Hoover,
Nick Fraelich,
Bobby Womack,
Swell Maps,
The Slackers,
Rakim,
Au Pairs,
Jimmy McGriff,
Matthew Bourne,
Bootsy Collins,
Eric Dolphy,
Tres Demented,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.