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 Malta and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 organ 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Monks,
Motorama,
Ituana,
Rod Modell,
The Gladiators,
Sugar Minott,
Marvin Gaye,
Scan 7,
Reuben Wilson,
Eric Dolphy,
David Axelrod,
a-ha,
Gichy Dan,
Marmalade,
John Lydon,
Fat Boys,
Clear Light,
F. McDonald,
Crispian St. Peters,
Whodini,
The Red Krayola,
The Techniques,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tres Demented,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Au Pairs,
The Human League,
Duran Duran,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mandrill,
Pussy Galore,
Suicide,
Junior Murvin,
The Gap Band,
Don Cherry,
Grey Daturas,
Audionom,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ash Ra Tempel,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Man Parrish,
The Doors,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Wings,
Morten Harket,
Barrington Levy,
FM Einheit,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rufus Thomas,
Brothers Johnson,
The Invisible,
Lakeside,
Nils Olav,
The Martian,
Ossler,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Harry Pussy,
Animal Collective,
The Raincoats,
The Evens,
Susan Cadogan,
Trumans Water,
Big Daddy Kane,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.