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 Comoros and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Terry Callier to the grime 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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Scion,
Black Pus,
Juan Atkins,
Underground Resistance,
Tears for Fears,
Bobby Byrd,
Sound Behaviour,
JFA,
The Happenings,
The Litter,
Pussy Galore,
The Monks,
E-Dancer,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Fuzztones,
Basic Channel,
Bootsy Collins,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kerri Chandler,
Arab on Radar,
Arthur Verocai,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sister Nancy,
Fela Kuti,
Gang Starr,
Chris & Cosey,
Maleditus Sound,
the Soft Cell,
Robert Hood,
Hot Snakes,
The Techniques,
10cc,
Scientists,
The Dirtbombs,
World's Most,
Sällskapet,
Black Moon,
The Birthday Party,
Agent Orange,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Howard Jones,
Spoonie Gee,
Scott Walker,
The Blackbyrds,
Swell Maps,
The Moleskins,
Donald Byrd,
The Offenders,
Joe Smooth,
The Standells,
U.S. Maple,
Cameo,
Flash Fearless,
Archie Shepp,
Black Bananas,
The Index,
New Order,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gabor Szabo,
Qualms,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.