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 Egypt and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 rhodes 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 Accadde A to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and a synthesizer 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 marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Warsaw,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Music Machine,
Zapp,
Mo-Dettes,
Circle Jerks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Boredoms,
The Knickerbockers,
Deakin,
Supertramp,
Ludus,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Nirvana,
Scion,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Depeche Mode,
Lalann,
Peter and Kerry,
Hardrive,
Adolescents,
CMW,
Basic Channel,
The Dirtbombs,
Mad Mike,
The Walker Brothers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Half Japanese,
Prince Buster,
Panda Bear,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lightning Bolt,
Iggy Pop,
Rakim,
Angry Samoans,
Lyres,
Mary Jane Girls,
DNA,
Cal Tjader,
Black Bananas,
Joe Smooth,
The Cowsills,
Sister Nancy,
Gang Green,
Eric Copeland,
Make Up,
Hasil Adkins,
Bauhaus,
The Victims,
Jawbox,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kool Moe Dee,
Babytalk,
Au Pairs,
the Slits,
Alton Ellis,
Dawn Penn,
DJ Style,
Sly & The Family Stone,
X-102,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.