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 San Marino and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Edmonton.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Franke to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb and a linndrum 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 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Terrestrial Tones,
Morten Harket,
Yusef Lateef,
Radio Birdman,
Hasil Adkins,
Lyres,
Marine Girls,
Parry Music,
Silicon Teens,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Deadbeat,
the Slits,
Quando Quango,
The Saints,
Tears for Fears,
10cc,
Bauhaus,
Drexciya,
The Beau Brummels,
Cal Tjader,
The Mummies,
D'Angelo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mark Hollis,
Glambeats Corp.,
Godley & Creme,
Soul Sonic Force,
Audionom,
Wings,
Archie Shepp,
Erykah Badu,
Junior Murvin,
T.S.O.L.,
The Victims,
Crispy Ambulance,
Soft Machine,
Heaven 17,
Byron Stingily,
Sexual Harrassment,
Soft Cell,
Sixth Finger,
X-Ray Spex,
Y Pants,
Skriet,
CMW,
Model 500,
Robert Hood,
The Fire Engines,
Harpers Bizarre,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Monochrome Set,
Barrington Levy,
Man Parrish,
Aaron Thompson,
Black Bananas,
Darondo,
Minor Threat,
the Sonics,
Grey Daturas,
Deepchord,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The American Breed,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.