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 Madagascar and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Delhi.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet 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 clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Dual Sessions,
Roger Hodgson,
The Birthday Party,
Country Joe & The Fish,
H. Thieme,
The Pretty Things,
Siglo XX,
Alton Ellis,
Bob Dylan,
Y Pants,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Charles Mingus,
Bad Manners,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Saints,
Delta 5,
Scientists,
Frankie Knuckles,
Quantec,
Byron Stingily,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Darondo,
Pantytec,
Swell Maps,
The Toasters,
Duran Duran,
Saccharine Trust,
Agitation Free,
Brothers Johnson,
Echospace,
Crooked Eye,
R.M.O.,
Iggy Pop,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Make Up,
Bill Near,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Michelle Simonal,
Quando Quango,
Black Pus,
Radio Birdman,
Rod Modell,
DNA,
Chris & Cosey,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Smiths,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Dead C,
Lee Hazlewood,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Television,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mantronix,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.