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 Namibia and from Paris.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Y Pants to the dance 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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron 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 linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
X-101,
The Real Kids,
The Skatalites,
Deadbeat,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Star Department,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jeff Mills,
Can,
Wings,
KRS-One,
Althea and Donna,
Half Japanese,
Procol Harum,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eli Mardock,
Bad Manners,
Kas Product,
The Selecter,
Derrick Morgan,
The Saints,
The Flesh Eaters,
Soft Cell,
James White and The Blacks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Scan 7,
Wire,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Young Rascals,
Funky Four + One,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lower 48,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Slackers,
David Bowie,
The Motions,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ornette Coleman,
Michelle Simonal,
Brass Construction,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Amon Düül,
Prince Buster,
Simply Red,
Howard Jones,
Zapp,
Joe Finger,
Fluxion,
Yusef Lateef,
The Smiths,
Essential Logic,
Magma,
Pantytec,
Aswad,
Eddi Front,
Japan,
Eric Copeland,
Radio Birdman,
Terry Callier,
The Toasters,
Nas,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.