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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare 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 Babytalk to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a rhodes and a mellotron 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 sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Stetsasonic,
Porter Ricks,
the Slits,
The Barracudas,
the Fania All-Stars,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Sound,
Fela Kuti,
Lightning Bolt,
New York Dolls,
Scan 7,
The Red Krayola,
Barbara Tucker,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Crooked Eye,
Cheater Slicks,
Second Layer,
Zapp,
Chrome,
Leonard Cohen,
H. Thieme,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pere Ubu,
Ossler,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Aaron Thompson,
Livin' Joy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Motorama,
Tom Boy,
The Electric Prunes,
The Invisible,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Pretty Things,
The Birthday Party,
Royal Trux,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Minnie Riperton,
Main Source,
Eddi Front,
Neil Young,
Crispian St. Peters,
Saccharine Trust,
Mars,
Swans,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lou Christie,
Adolescents,
Von Mondo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Blackbyrds,
Todd Rundgren,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sandy B,
Swell Maps,
Con Funk Shun,
Sun Ra,
Nik Kershaw,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.