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 Somalia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Man Parrish to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Mary Jane Girls,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Piero Umiliani,
Sound Behaviour,
Bronski Beat,
The Seeds,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Normal,
FM Einheit,
Nils Olav,
Excepter,
The Velvet Underground,
Fear,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
X-Ray Spex,
The Electric Prunes,
Babytalk,
Funkadelic,
The Searchers,
Black Flag,
The Durutti Column,
Todd Terry,
Matthew Bourne,
The Skatalites,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Camouflage,
Grandmaster Flash,
Blancmange,
Jacques Brel,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Grey Daturas,
The Raincoats,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eve St. Jones,
Vainqueur,
Jimmy McGriff,
Neu!,
Soulsonic Force,
Von Mondo,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Real Kids,
Quadrant,
LL Cool J,
T. Rex,
Sonny Sharrock,
Malaria!,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Brick,
Roxette,
The Mojo Men,
Ornette Coleman,
Bill Near,
Ponytail,
Tropical Tobacco,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Stereo Dub,
F. McDonald,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Joey Negro,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.