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 Cuba and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 clarinet 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 The Divine Comedy to the dance 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 The Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
MDC,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
L. Decosne,
World's Most,
OOIOO,
Lou Christie,
Jerry's Kids,
Mo-Dettes,
John Holt,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
A Certain Ratio,
Cybotron,
Eve St. Jones,
Soulsonic Force,
Heaven 17,
Siglo XX,
Kool Moe Dee,
Drive Like Jehu,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rapeman,
The Litter,
Masters at Work,
DJ Style,
Crispy Ambulance,
Electric Prunes,
Tubeway Army,
Au Pairs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Peter and Kerry,
Unwound,
Jacques Brel,
The Doobie Brothers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Avey Tare,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Detroit Cobras,
Boredoms,
T.S.O.L.,
B.T. Express,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rites of Spring,
The Zeros,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mark Hollis,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Misunderstood,
Marine Girls,
Terry Callier,
Sam Rivers,
Fela Kuti,
The Last Poets,
John Lydon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Nas,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ohio Players,
Swans,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.