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 Zimbabwe and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lou Christie to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar 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 snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Magma,
Erasure,
Brothers Johnson,
Marmalade,
Quando Quango,
Soft Cell,
Y Pants,
Excepter,
Johnny Osbourne,
Severed Heads,
Echospace,
John Coltrane,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Model 500,
Amon Düül II,
Matthew Halsall,
The Index,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fad Gadget,
The Monochrome Set,
The Blues Magoos,
The Names,
Rufus Thomas,
Archie Shepp,
Dawn Penn,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Unrelated Segments,
Maleditus Sound,
Pierre Henry,
The Remains,
Loose Ends,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nas,
Harry Pussy,
Niagra,
Scratch Acid,
Suburban Knight,
Swans,
Bootsy Collins,
Monks,
China Crisis,
Tropical Tobacco,
Anakelly,
the Association,
Boz Scaggs,
Surgeon,
Chris & Cosey,
Bob Dylan,
Bush Tetras,
The Gap Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Radio Birdman,
Juan Atkins,
Crooked Eye,
Television Personalities,
Deepchord,
Joey Negro,
Tim Buckley,
Barrington Levy,
Joe Smooth,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.