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 Tunisia and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the organ 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 Don Cherry to the disco 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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Slave,
Loose Ends,
Metal Thangz,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Busters,
John Holt,
Soft Cell,
Charles Mingus,
Au Pairs,
Moebius,
Zero Boys,
Mo-Dettes,
Animal Collective,
The Trojans,
Wings,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Smog,
Monolake,
Electric Prunes,
Josef K,
Hashim,
the Germs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Heaven 17,
Nico,
Lakeside,
Peter & Gordon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bush Tetras,
Young Marble Giants,
Harmonia,
The Doobie Brothers,
The United States of America,
Neu!,
Ludus,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Remains,
The Techniques,
The Happenings,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
X-102,
Danielle Patucci,
Ice-T,
Isaac Hayes,
The Names,
Alphaville,
Matthew Bourne,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Joensuu 1685,
Marvin Gaye,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Cal Tjader,
MDC,
Can,
Moby Grape,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rufus Thomas,
Maurizio,
Talk Talk,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.