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 Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Star Department to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Aural Exciters,
Tim Buckley,
Soft Cell,
Radiohead,
The Residents,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Slave,
Wolf Eyes,
DJ Style,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Interpol,
Liliput,
Alice Coltrane,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jacob Miller,
Wasted Youth,
Young Marble Giants,
Brand Nubian,
Cheater Slicks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jawbox,
Drive Like Jehu,
Technova,
Susan Cadogan,
Deepchord,
Thompson Twins,
June Days,
Rotary Connection,
The Sound,
Flamin' Groovies,
Soulsonic Force,
Babytalk,
Michelle Simonal,
Hoover,
Youth Brigade,
Pussy Galore,
One Last Wish,
Flipper,
Slick Rick,
Lou Christie,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pierre Henry,
Average White Band,
The Smiths,
Gang Starr,
Hashim,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Barbara Tucker,
The Doors,
the Normal,
David Bowie,
DJ Sneak,
Surgeon,
The Barracudas,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.