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 Iceland and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the güiro 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 David Bowie to the punk 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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and a chamberlin 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 arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
10cc,
Slick Rick,
T.S.O.L.,
The Red Krayola,
The Smiths,
Popol Vuh,
Kayak,
Soul II Soul,
Radio Birdman,
The Evens,
JFA,
The Doobie Brothers,
Isaac Hayes,
Dark Day,
Kurtis Blow,
Supertramp,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rufus Thomas,
Lee Hazlewood,
Man Eating Sloth,
Quantec,
Bauhaus,
Malaria!,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Loose Ends,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sex Pistols,
Black Pus,
Zapp,
Jeff Lynne,
One Last Wish,
Kaleidoscope,
Jesper Dahlback,
Swans,
The New Christs,
Amon Düül II,
Black Sheep,
Bootsy Collins,
The Gun Club,
Procol Harum,
Black Bananas,
The Litter,
Faraquet,
Niagra,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sixth Finger,
Sugar Minott,
Nik Kershaw,
the Association,
The Misunderstood,
Radiohead,
Freddie Wadling,
Section 25,
Wasted Youth,
Amon Düül,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Slackers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Roger Hodgson,
Frankie Knuckles,
New York Dolls,
The Seeds,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.