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 Russia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the marimba 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 Sun City Girls to the dance 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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin 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 arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Doors,
Boz Scaggs,
Joyce Sims,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Cure,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Von Mondo,
Don Cherry,
Basic Channel,
The Martian,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Faust,
Steve Hackett,
Bobby Womack,
The New Christs,
Gichy Dan,
AZ,
Dennis Brown,
Donny Hathaway,
John Foxx,
Anthony Braxton,
Clear Light,
Mars,
Mad Mike,
Drexciya,
Grey Daturas,
Supertramp,
Josef K,
Todd Rundgren,
The Leaves,
Khruangbin,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Marmalade,
Newcleus,
the Association,
Fela Kuti,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Pop Group,
Saccharine Trust,
L. Decosne,
Prince Buster,
The Remains,
Sixth Finger,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Magma,
Lou Reed,
Youth Brigade,
Kas Product,
Nico,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Monks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Susan Cadogan,
Thompson Twins,
The Alarm Clocks,
Adolescents,
MDC,
Pagans,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.