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 Nauru and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lille.
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 snare 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 Ultimate Spinach to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum and a spring reverb 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 organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
D'Angelo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fatback Band,
Sugar Minott,
June of 44,
The Selecter,
Terry Callier,
The Tremeloes,
John Foxx,
the Sonics,
Spandau Ballet,
The Cramps,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Scott Walker,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Prince Buster,
Janne Schatter,
Agitation Free,
Whodini,
David Axelrod,
Marmalade,
Marine Girls,
Deepchord,
Quantec,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tears for Fears,
the Bar-Kays,
Underground Resistance,
The Dirtbombs,
Rosa Yemen,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tomorrow,
Masters at Work,
One Last Wish,
Malaria!,
Don Cherry,
Todd Terry,
Reuben Wilson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Suicide,
Laurel Aitken,
the Soft Cell,
Curtis Mayfield,
Piero Umiliani,
Jesper Dahlback,
Arcadia,
Bronski Beat,
Fat Boys,
Circle Jerks,
The Standells,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Buckinghams,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dawn Penn,
The Beau Brummels,
Intrusion,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.