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 Cameroon and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ohio Players to the grime 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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis 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 jazz 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 rhodes and a spring reverb 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 mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Isaac Hayes,
The Fuzztones,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nirvana,
The Leaves,
Babytalk,
Symarip,
The Move,
Oneida,
Pharoah Sanders,
Magma,
Terrestrial Tones,
Roxy Music,
Unrelated Segments,
Ossler,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Arcadia,
Letta Mbulu,
Bang On A Can,
Agent Orange,
The Slits,
Jeff Mills,
E-Dancer,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ornette Coleman,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Man Parrish,
The Black Dice,
Main Source,
Swell Maps,
Derrick Morgan,
Yazoo,
Prince Buster,
Cal Tjader,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Dead C,
Arab on Radar,
Public Enemy,
Excepter,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Hardrive,
Zapp,
UT,
Tears for Fears,
The Techniques,
Funky Four + One,
Youth Brigade,
Idris Muhammad,
ABBA,
Adolescents,
OOIOO,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Associates,
Erykah Badu,
The Seeds,
Gong,
Second Layer,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.