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 Azerbaijan and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Hong Kong.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Count Five to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar 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 güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Basic Channel,
These Immortal Souls,
The Gories,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Average White Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Prince Buster,
The Saints,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bad Manners,
Quadrant,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Crime,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Subhumans,
Crooked Eye,
Byron Stingily,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pantytec,
Dead Boys,
K-Klass,
Intrusion,
Roger Hodgson,
Donald Byrd,
Dawn Penn,
Deakin,
Amon Düül II,
LL Cool J,
The Human League,
Deepchord,
a-ha,
Thee Headcoats,
The Associates,
Soul Sonic Force,
John Coltrane,
The Sonics,
Davy DMX,
Circle Jerks,
kango's stein massive,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Procol Harum,
Cal Tjader,
Bobby Sherman,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ituana,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Move,
Sex Pistols,
The Searchers,
Tomorrow,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Buckinghams,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jeff Mills,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Susan Cadogan,
Bill Wells,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.