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 Croatia and from Shanghai.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Seoul.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Jimmy McGriff to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes 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 spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Ornette Coleman,
The Star Department,
Soft Cell,
Junior Murvin,
48th St. Collective,
Ohio Players,
Grey Daturas,
Toni Rubio,
The Happenings,
R.M.O.,
Desert Stars,
Sight & Sound,
Don Cherry,
Gang Gang Dance,
David McCallum,
Rapeman,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sonny Sharrock,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Skarface,
8 Eyed Spy,
Theoretical Girls,
The Sound,
Shuggie Otis,
Joey Negro,
John Coltrane,
Yellowson,
Kaleidoscope,
Bill Wells,
Slick Rick,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Flamin' Groovies,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Index,
The Beau Brummels,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Letta Mbulu,
Bill Near,
Neil Young,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dave Gahan,
Hashim,
Mantronix,
The Fortunes,
Fluxion,
F. McDonald,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pulsallama,
David Axelrod,
Section 25,
Sparks,
Tres Demented,
Funkadelic,
10cc,
Icehouse,
The Fire Engines,
Lightning Bolt,
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.