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 Greece and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Moody Blues to the crunk 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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 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 güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Mission of Burma,
Yaz,
Archie Shepp,
Technova,
Livin' Joy,
Parry Music,
Groovy Waters,
Wolf Eyes,
Kas Product,
KRS-One,
Steve Hackett,
The Angels of Light,
New York Dolls,
The Smiths,
Average White Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ponytail,
Cecil Taylor,
Spoonie Gee,
Masters at Work,
Warren Ellis,
the Bar-Kays,
The Zeros,
The Alarm Clocks,
Carl Craig,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ronan,
Jacques Brel,
Joensuu 1685,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Fuzztones,
The Neon Judgement,
Q and Not U,
Bronski Beat,
Fatback Band,
June of 44,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Radio Birdman,
Jacob Miller,
The Remains,
Kenny Larkin,
Bang On A Can,
The Velvet Underground,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Birthday Party,
Wire,
Glambeats Corp.,
Flipper,
Henry Cow,
Basic Channel,
Nirvana,
Aural Exciters,
Motorama,
Scion,
Soft Machine,
Clear Light,
Shoche,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Boogie Down Productions,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.