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 Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin 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 rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Lucky Dragons,
Todd Terry,
Funkadelic,
The Leaves,
Barbara Tucker,
Ornette Coleman,
Thompson Twins,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Monochrome Set,
The Gun Club,
Duran Duran,
Albert Ayler,
Ralphi Rosario,
Livin' Joy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dave Gahan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jeff Lynne,
DJ Style,
Man Parrish,
Model 500,
Sun City Girls,
Sonny Sharrock,
Minny Pops,
Black Moon,
Radiohead,
Public Enemy,
Kerri Chandler,
Trumans Water,
The Martian,
The Offenders,
Brothers Johnson,
The Fire Engines,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lakeside,
Sister Nancy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Gladiators,
This Heat,
Brick,
Al Stewart,
The Barracudas,
Byron Stingily,
Nirvana,
David Bowie,
Dead Boys,
The Busters,
Aswad,
Andrew Hill,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mo-Dettes,
Alphaville,
Intrusion,
Gabor Szabo,
Scan 7,
The Searchers,
The J.B.'s,
EPMD,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.