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 Kenya and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Model 500 to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and a linndrum 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
John Foxx,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Gap Band,
Camouflage,
Johnny Clarke,
U.S. Maple,
The Velvet Underground,
Rites of Spring,
Parry Music,
The Kinks,
Ronan,
Swans,
Lindisfarne,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Easy Going,
Barrington Levy,
Scott Walker,
The Pretty Things,
Peter & Gordon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fugazi,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kerri Chandler,
New Age Steppers,
The Zeros,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
This Heat,
Pagans,
Freddie Wadling,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Hoover,
Kayak,
Neu!,
Stockholm Monsters,
Blake Baxter,
Max Romeo,
Boz Scaggs,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eddi Front,
the Human League,
Little Man,
Reuben Wilson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tears for Fears,
Stiv Bators,
A Certain Ratio,
Rapeman,
Joe Finger,
Aural Exciters,
The Grass Roots,
Spoonie Gee,
Al Stewart,
Big Daddy Kane,
Porter Ricks,
The Wake,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.