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 Cape Verde and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the jazz 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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger 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 snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Parry Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Surgeon,
Marine Girls,
Bobby Byrd,
cv313,
The Black Dice,
the Slits,
Bang On A Can,
Matthew Bourne,
Shoche,
D'Angelo,
a-ha,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pierre Henry,
Silicon Teens,
Slave,
Bootsy Collins,
Glenn Branca,
The Buckinghams,
Warren Ellis,
Mars,
Eric B and Rakim,
X-101,
UT,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Grass Roots,
48th St. Collective,
Minor Threat,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sam Rivers,
Erykah Badu,
Juan Atkins,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pulsallama,
The Doors,
Scratch Acid,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Faraquet,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Au Pairs,
Crispian St. Peters,
Maleditus Sound,
Newcleus,
Maurizio,
Underground Resistance,
Lyres,
Aaron Thompson,
David McCallum,
Tropical Tobacco,
L. Decosne,
The Kinks,
Max Romeo,
Rotary Connection,
Minny Pops,
Carl Craig,
Rapeman,
Quando Quango,
Wally Richardson,
The Trojans,
The Birthday Party,
Black Bananas,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.