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 Denmark and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Eating Sloth to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer 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 sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
8 Eyed Spy,
Soft Cell,
The Searchers,
Matthew Bourne,
Minny Pops,
Massinfluence,
Albert Ayler,
The Dirtbombs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Reagan Youth,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Trojans,
Lebanon Hanover,
Clear Light,
Tubeway Army,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Erykah Badu,
Outsiders,
Amon Düül II,
The Busters,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Royal Trux,
Eddi Front,
Smog,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Residents,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Malaria!,
The Moody Blues,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
B.T. Express,
Visage,
Eric Dolphy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dead Boys,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bad Manners,
Wally Richardson,
Wings,
Whodini,
Section 25,
Rufus Thomas,
The Slits,
Moebius,
Jacob Miller,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jawbox,
Aloha Tigers,
Skriet,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Soulsonic Force,
The Skatalites,
Deepchord,
The Barracudas,
Hot Snakes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Wake,
Piero Umiliani,
Robert Hood,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.