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 Barbados and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pagans to the techno 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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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?
PIL,
Flash Fearless,
cv313,
The Residents,
Average White Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Davy DMX,
The Busters,
Nico,
The Seeds,
Roger Hodgson,
Fat Boys,
Inner City,
Black Moon,
Donny Hathaway,
The Sound,
Graham Central Station,
The Moody Blues,
One Last Wish,
Lyres,
Spandau Ballet,
The Motions,
Depeche Mode,
Gang of Four,
Piero Umiliani,
Fela Kuti,
Wally Richardson,
David Axelrod,
the Swans,
Stereo Dub,
Technova,
Kool Moe Dee,
Freddie Wadling,
Hoover,
Television Personalities,
Leonard Cohen,
The Electric Prunes,
Chrome,
Brand Nubian,
D'Angelo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tubeway Army,
Alphaville,
8 Eyed Spy,
Derrick May,
Rotary Connection,
Deepchord,
The Zeros,
Duran Duran,
Jacques Brel,
Section 25,
The Standells,
kango's stein massive,
The Cure,
Dead Boys,
Severed Heads,
Sound Behaviour,
John Foxx,
MDC,
Jesper Dahlback,
Young Marble Giants,
Lou Reed,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.