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 Paraguay and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the theremin 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 Ice-T to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 synthesizer and a marimba 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 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Desert Stars,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kenny Larkin,
Graham Central Station,
H. Thieme,
Man Eating Sloth,
Carl Craig,
Sister Nancy,
The Barracudas,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Don Cherry,
Altered Images,
Max Romeo,
Scrapy,
The Tremeloes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lebanon Hanover,
Moby Grape,
Roy Ayers,
Bootsy Collins,
New Order,
Lower 48,
Sun Ra,
Connie Case,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gabor Szabo,
Nas,
James White and The Blacks,
Reagan Youth,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bobby Byrd,
Livin' Joy,
Susan Cadogan,
Suburban Knight,
Tomorrow,
Roxy Music,
The Smiths,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fad Gadget,
Tom Boy,
Supertramp,
ABBA,
Nik Kershaw,
The Five Americans,
Amon Düül,
Dark Day,
Outsiders,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Germs,
Yusef Lateef,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gerry Rafferty,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Star Department,
JFA,
Stiv Bators,
The Music Machine,
Icehouse,
Tim Buckley,
Andrew Hill,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.