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 Croatia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Joe Smooth to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 snare and a theremin 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 marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Nirvana,
Eden Ahbez,
Archie Shepp,
Darondo,
B.T. Express,
Severed Heads,
Robert Hood,
The Young Rascals,
Big Daddy Kane,
Drexciya,
Icehouse,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Silicon Teens,
DJ Sneak,
Funkadelic,
The Pop Group,
Ice-T,
The Divine Comedy,
Suicide,
The Gun Club,
The Raincoats,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Graham Central Station,
Blossom Toes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Black Bananas,
Bill Wells,
Soft Machine,
The Saints,
Marvin Gaye,
Man Parrish,
Jimmy McGriff,
Roxette,
Sixth Finger,
Sex Pistols,
Brothers Johnson,
The Wake,
Glenn Branca,
Bobby Sherman,
Dennis Brown,
Avey Tare,
Rekid,
Magazine,
Fela Kuti,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gong,
Gang Gang Dance,
Moby Grape,
Charles Mingus,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nation of Ulysses,
Malaria!,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nas,
Aswad,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.