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 Australia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 L. Decosne to the dance 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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 rhodes and a clarinet 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 snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Detroit Cobras,
Black Sheep,
Soft Cell,
Fatback Band,
Spandau Ballet,
China Crisis,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cymande,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rod Modell,
Flamin' Groovies,
Heaven 17,
Talk Talk,
Metal Thangz,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Wings,
This Heat,
Lower 48,
Massinfluence,
the Slits,
June of 44,
Terry Callier,
LL Cool J,
Alice Coltrane,
Scientists,
Isaac Hayes,
The Human League,
The Walker Brothers,
Audionom,
Jacques Brel,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Buzzcocks,
Wasted Youth,
Yaz,
Los Fastidios,
Arcadia,
Lucky Dragons,
Brothers Johnson,
Basic Channel,
Reuben Wilson,
The Techniques,
Chris & Cosey,
Dawn Penn,
Ten City,
X-101,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Radio Birdman,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Hardrive,
Avey Tare,
Adolescents,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bad Manners,
Shuggie Otis,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Wake,
Derrick Morgan,
Pagans,
KRS-One,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.