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 the UAE and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Slick Rick to the funk 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 The Move. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Ossler,
Blake Baxter,
The Cure,
Bobby Womack,
Circle Jerks,
Visage,
The Toasters,
Amazonics,
Funkadelic,
Robert Wyatt,
Lalo Schifrin,
Boz Scaggs,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pagans,
DNA,
Boredoms,
Au Pairs,
Subhumans,
Depeche Mode,
The Divine Comedy,
Eric B and Rakim,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Liliput,
Mad Mike,
Urselle,
Nas,
The Black Dice,
MDC,
Magma,
The Trojans,
The J.B.'s,
Mandrill,
The Red Krayola,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Radiohead,
The Durutti Column,
David McCallum,
Ultravox,
Y Pants,
Mars,
Theoretical Girls,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Stereo Dub,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jeff Lynne,
Thee Headcoats,
Sarah Menescal,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lungfish,
Von Mondo,
Amon Düül,
Moebius,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jawbox,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Glenn Branca,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Traffic Nightmare,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mission of Burma,
Fear,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.