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 Ethiopia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the sitar 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 Moebius to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron 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 an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eric Copeland,
The Gap Band,
Eddi Front,
Index,
Mr. Review,
Morten Harket,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Fugs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ultimate Spinach,
Das Ding,
The Vogues,
The Motions,
Cymande,
The Slackers,
Terry Callier,
Black Bananas,
Talk Talk,
Average White Band,
Pagans,
Gang Gang Dance,
New Order,
The Beau Brummels,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Aloha Tigers,
Adolescents,
Flipper,
Cybotron,
Charles Mingus,
Boz Scaggs,
Camouflage,
Traffic Nightmare,
Wasted Youth,
Basic Channel,
Skaos,
Janne Schatter,
a-ha,
UT,
Schoolly D,
Quando Quango,
Ituana,
Siglo XX,
Clear Light,
Gastr Del Sol,
Junior Murvin,
The Happenings,
Swell Maps,
the Sonics,
Brick,
Dennis Brown,
Tears for Fears,
T.S.O.L.,
Severed Heads,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Scion,
Barbara Tucker,
Symarip,
Al Stewart,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.