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 Chad and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Kenny Larkin to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ 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 organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
New Order,
Whodini,
Yusef Lateef,
The Beau Brummels,
Schoolly D,
Audionom,
X-101,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Dirtbombs,
Laurel Aitken,
Dead Boys,
Chrome,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Minor Threat,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Organ,
The Buckinghams,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marc Almond,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gang Green,
Livin' Joy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Knickerbockers,
The Techniques,
The Last Poets,
Motorama,
Matthew Bourne,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
DNA,
a-ha,
Neu!,
Grauzone,
Electric Prunes,
JFA,
Piero Umiliani,
The Real Kids,
The Human League,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Accadde A,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Moleskins,
Suicide,
Boredoms,
Derrick Morgan,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sonny Sharrock,
Reuben Wilson,
Quantec,
The Seeds,
The Modern Lovers,
Liliput,
Procol Harum,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.