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 France and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ituana to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 guitar and a theremin 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 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Fad Gadget,
James Chance & The Contortions,
a-ha,
R.M.O.,
Pharoah Sanders,
Soul II Soul,
Section 25,
The Golliwogs,
David McCallum,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Sonics,
Rites of Spring,
Sound Behaviour,
Gichy Dan,
Sun Ra,
Juan Atkins,
Faraquet,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Heaven 17,
Robert Wyatt,
Piero Umiliani,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bad Manners,
Moby Grape,
Fat Boys,
Black Sheep,
Todd Rundgren,
Symarip,
Camouflage,
Scrapy,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Normal,
Bob Dylan,
Sugar Minott,
Johnny Clarke,
Stockholm Monsters,
World's Most,
Hasil Adkins,
Goldenarms,
Mr. Review,
Blake Baxter,
Ultravox,
The Five Americans,
Siglo XX,
Silicon Teens,
8 Eyed Spy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Second Layer,
Joy Division,
Public Image Ltd.,
Excepter,
Gong,
Eric Dolphy,
H. Thieme,
the Association,
Brass Construction,
The Mojo Men,
Das Ding,
Graham Central Station,
Crispian St. Peters,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.