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 Mexico and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Glasgow.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Infiniti to the grime 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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator 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 rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Visage,
Stereo Dub,
Mantronix,
Robert Hood,
Los Fastidios,
Gichy Dan,
Severed Heads,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Simply Red,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
JFA,
48th St. Collective,
KRS-One,
The Sonics,
Camouflage,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Warren Ellis,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tubeway Army,
Chris Corsano,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Motions,
John Foxx,
Young Marble Giants,
Inner City,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Monks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
James White and The Blacks,
Maurizio,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sun City Girls,
The Monochrome Set,
FM Einheit,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Das Ding,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Derrick Morgan,
Sandy B,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Model 500,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nick Fraelich,
LL Cool J,
Boz Scaggs,
Hoover,
Ludus,
Zapp,
Crooked Eye,
Terrestrial Tones,
Clear Light,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Minnie Riperton,
The Five Americans,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Motorama,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Aloha Tigers,
Alice Coltrane,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.