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 Niger and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 arpeggiator 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 These Immortal Souls to the grime 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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro 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 chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
Tom Boy,
Black Sheep,
Joey Negro,
The Move,
John Cale,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nas,
Blake Baxter,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ultravox,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Bar-Kays,
The Young Rascals,
Robert Görl,
Charles Mingus,
The Techniques,
The Seeds,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Matthew Halsall,
Parry Music,
Slave,
Scott Walker,
Infiniti,
Icehouse,
Nick Fraelich,
The Trojans,
Eli Mardock,
The New Christs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Unrelated Segments,
Harmonia,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Darondo,
Half Japanese,
Lakeside,
Wally Richardson,
Technova,
Wasted Youth,
Easy Going,
Gil Scott Heron,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Shadows of Knight,
Marvin Gaye,
Suicide,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bang On A Can,
James White and The Blacks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ohio Players,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jeff Lynne,
Scratch Acid,
New Order,
Monks,
Delta 5,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Modern Lovers,
Pylon,
Erasure,
Robert Hood,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.