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 Romania and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Metal Thangz to the funk 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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer 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?
Flipper,
Barry Ungar,
Sonic Youth,
Television Personalities,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Basic Channel,
Q and Not U,
Kevin Saunderson,
Young Marble Giants,
a-ha,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kas Product,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Delta 5,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mark Hollis,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Real Kids,
Jacques Brel,
Delon & Dalcan,
Matthew Bourne,
Quando Quango,
Unwound,
Von Mondo,
The Stooges,
Altered Images,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Saccharine Trust,
Jerry's Kids,
Rufus Thomas,
Masters at Work,
Groovy Waters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Star Department,
Maleditus Sound,
New Order,
Marmalade,
Dead Boys,
Loose Ends,
The Doors,
Yaz,
Spandau Ballet,
Eli Mardock,
Jeff Mills,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
DNA,
Sparks,
Brand Nubian,
Traffic Nightmare,
Grey Daturas,
John Lydon,
FM Einheit,
The Smoke,
Mission of Burma,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Agitation Free,
Aural Exciters,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.