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 Serbia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 A Certain Ratio to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum 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 synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Anthony Braxton,
Sandy B,
The Fire Engines,
The Black Dice,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Human League,
Black Bananas,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lou Christie,
Mr. Review,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Althea and Donna,
Wings,
Neu!,
Television Personalities,
Malaria!,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sällskapet,
Hoover,
Moby Grape,
Lower 48,
Lou Reed,
The Sound,
Stereo Dub,
Scratch Acid,
Funky Four + One,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gichy Dan,
Banda Bassotti,
The Blues Magoos,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Susan Cadogan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gang of Four,
Wally Richardson,
Tres Demented,
Whodini,
Essential Logic,
The Pretty Things,
Cecil Taylor,
Radiopuhelimet,
Toni Rubio,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ronan,
KRS-One,
Ponytail,
John Foxx,
The Fortunes,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Techniques,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Supertramp,
B.T. Express,
Soft Cell,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Dave Clark Five,
Janne Schatter,
Easy Going,
The Neon Judgement,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gastr Del Sol,
Wire,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.