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 Paraguay and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lagos.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Soft Cell to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum 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 oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
The Fortunes,
the Soft Cell,
Henry Cow,
Groovy Waters,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Moody Blues,
Kenny Larkin,
Qualms,
Bang On A Can,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Minor Threat,
Gang Green,
Funkadelic,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Doors,
Warsaw,
Outsiders,
Pantytec,
Jacob Miller,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gang Starr,
Interpol,
Black Bananas,
Maurizio,
Hasil Adkins,
Hardrive,
B.T. Express,
Scrapy,
Dual Sessions,
Magazine,
Jerry's Kids,
Joe Smooth,
Neu!,
Roxette,
Little Man,
Sixth Finger,
The Mojo Men,
Tom Boy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Brand Nubian,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Index,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gong,
Shuggie Otis,
Barbara Tucker,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Isaac Hayes,
Matthew Bourne,
Pierre Henry,
Soft Cell,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sällskapet,
Jeff Mills,
Das Ding,
Sun Ra,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Fugs,
John Lydon,
Ultimate Spinach,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.