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 Tonga and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Associates to the rock 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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Maurizio,
LL Cool J,
Tears for Fears,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ornette Coleman,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sonic Youth,
Soft Cell,
Magma,
Isaac Hayes,
Nirvana,
L. Decosne,
The Leaves,
Fifty Foot Hose,
New Order,
Banda Bassotti,
Fat Boys,
Barbara Tucker,
Bootsy Collins,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Infiniti,
Black Pus,
Scan 7,
Joyce Sims,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pulsallama,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Siglo XX,
Alton Ellis,
Rufus Thomas,
Vainqueur,
The Grass Roots,
The Pop Group,
Neu!,
Rites of Spring,
Anthony Braxton,
Funkadelic,
Frankie Knuckles,
The New Christs,
The Mojo Men,
Spoonie Gee,
Vladislav Delay,
Ice-T,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lou Christie,
June Days,
Terry Callier,
Marmalade,
The Angels of Light,
The Blackbyrds,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Faust,
Talk Talk,
Cameo,
Faraquet,
The Stooges,
B.T. Express,
Silicon Teens,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Zeros,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.