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 Botswana and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Jakarta.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the oboe 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron 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 synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Banda Bassotti,
Thee Headcoats,
James White and The Blacks,
The Walker Brothers,
Hasil Adkins,
The Fuzztones,
Faraquet,
Harry Pussy,
Youth Brigade,
The Invisible,
Cecil Taylor,
Swans,
the Association,
Lalo Schifrin,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Procol Harum,
Eve St. Jones,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sight & Sound,
The Buckinghams,
John Holt,
Newcleus,
Lightning Bolt,
New York Dolls,
Anthony Braxton,
The Music Machine,
Duran Duran,
Prince Buster,
The Moody Blues,
Public Enemy,
Y Pants,
Graham Central Station,
Faust,
The Beau Brummels,
Deakin,
B.T. Express,
Technova,
Lalann,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Pretty Things,
Angry Samoans,
Byron Stingily,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mary Jane Girls,
Peter and Kerry,
Spoonie Gee,
CMW,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Monochrome Set,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Unwound,
Negative Approach,
Kevin Saunderson,
Minny Pops,
Whodini,
Jeff Mills,
The Gladiators,
Swell Maps,
Mo-Dettes,
The Searchers,
Can,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.