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 Brazil and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
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 Bobby Womack to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and an organ 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 güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Yazoo,
Nation of Ulysses,
June of 44,
Bluetip,
Shuggie Otis,
Oneida,
The Sound,
Darondo,
Peter & Gordon,
A Certain Ratio,
Livin' Joy,
Sugar Minott,
Donald Byrd,
Neil Young,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Soul II Soul,
Donny Hathaway,
The Neon Judgement,
Amon Düül II,
Marc Almond,
Moss Icon,
Joyce Sims,
Liliput,
Nico,
Khruangbin,
Stetsasonic,
Glambeats Corp.,
Robert Hood,
Rod Modell,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rakim,
Icehouse,
Sun City Girls,
Brand Nubian,
Camouflage,
Au Pairs,
Laurel Aitken,
The Remains,
The Doors,
Zapp,
Kerrie Biddell,
Marine Girls,
Yusef Lateef,
Rufus Thomas,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Hot Snakes,
Hasil Adkins,
T.S.O.L.,
Radiopuhelimet,
Japan,
The Index,
Section 25,
Organ,
Gerry Rafferty,
Roger Hodgson,
Boz Scaggs,
Eve St. Jones,
The Angels of Light,
Matthew Halsall,
The Leaves,
10cc,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.