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 Norway and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Tokyo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Mojo Men to the jazz 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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro 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 a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Swell Maps,
Suburban Knight,
Pet Shop Boys,
Index,
Lyres,
The Gap Band,
Anthony Braxton,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pierre Henry,
Silicon Teens,
Blancmange,
Jeff Mills,
Wolf Eyes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eli Mardock,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dave Gahan,
Jacob Miller,
Mandrill,
Matthew Bourne,
Gang of Four,
Roger Hodgson,
The Flesh Eaters,
New Age Steppers,
In Retrospect,
Mark Hollis,
Half Japanese,
Nils Olav,
Groovy Waters,
Flash Fearless,
R.M.O.,
the Soft Cell,
Maurizio,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mission of Burma,
Ronnie Foster,
Reuben Wilson,
Bluetip,
Monks,
Duran Duran,
The Selecter,
Tommy Roe,
Joy Division,
Tres Demented,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Robert Hood,
the Germs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Scratch Acid,
Gastr Del Sol,
Carl Craig,
Marc Almond,
Nico,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Black Pus,
Amon Düül II,
Brass Construction,
Marine Girls,
Kurtis Blow,
Thompson Twins,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.