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 Comoros and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 Paris and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South 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 Drive Like Jehu to the crunk 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare 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 güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Marine Girls,
The J.B.'s,
Von Mondo,
Circle Jerks,
Connie Case,
Cymande,
Ponytail,
Joensuu 1685,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Brass Construction,
KRS-One,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Kinks,
Magazine,
the Germs,
New Age Steppers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
MDC,
Bob Dylan,
MC5,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bobby Womack,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dave Gahan,
Bill Near,
Rites of Spring,
Talk Talk,
This Heat,
Alice Coltrane,
Loose Ends,
Althea and Donna,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Unrelated Segments,
Average White Band,
The Divine Comedy,
Terry Callier,
Roger Hodgson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eddi Front,
Funky Four + One,
Sandy B,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Japan,
David Axelrod,
The Young Rascals,
the Human League,
Shoche,
Lungfish,
Derrick May,
Funkadelic,
Black Sheep,
Donny Hathaway,
Boz Scaggs,
Donald Byrd,
Dark Day,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Shadows of Knight,
Soulsonic Force,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.