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 Nigeria and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 güiro 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 Barrington Levy to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare 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 harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Fat Boys,
The Neon Judgement,
The Tremeloes,
The Stooges,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Arcadia,
Isaac Hayes,
The Black Dice,
Monolake,
Steve Hackett,
Freddie Wadling,
Ronan,
Sällskapet,
Yaz,
Banda Bassotti,
Ludus,
Alton Ellis,
Bootsy Collins,
Dennis Brown,
Desert Stars,
Toni Rubio,
Camberwell Now,
Laurel Aitken,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jeru the Damaja,
Unrelated Segments,
Alice Coltrane,
Loose Ends,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eden Ahbez,
Outsiders,
Ponytail,
The Count Five,
Mr. Review,
Maurizio,
The Real Kids,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cameo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Brothers Johnson,
The Selecter,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ornette Coleman,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Thompson Twins,
Wings,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Derrick May,
Morten Harket,
Saccharine Trust,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Organ,
T.S.O.L.,
Warren Ellis,
Magazine,
Ronnie Foster,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.