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 Taiwan and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sonny Sharrock to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton 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 sitar and a guitar 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 marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Cameo,
Fat Boys,
Funky Four + One,
Sugar Minott,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Circle Jerks,
Leonard Cohen,
Todd Terry,
Derrick May,
Maurizio,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Normal,
The Index,
Pantytec,
Sarah Menescal,
The Invisible,
Heaven 17,
Prince Buster,
The Dirtbombs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ossler,
The Fuzztones,
The Pretty Things,
Infiniti,
Public Enemy,
Thee Headcoats,
Echospace,
Ludus,
D'Angelo,
Aloha Tigers,
Marine Girls,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Blake Baxter,
The Litter,
Kerrie Biddell,
Marc Almond,
Soul II Soul,
Robert Wyatt,
The Fall,
Pere Ubu,
Sister Nancy,
Bootsy Collins,
Tom Boy,
Jeff Mills,
The Gladiators,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eve St. Jones,
Jerry's Kids,
Second Layer,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Reagan Youth,
Yazoo,
Brick,
Juan Atkins,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Boz Scaggs,
Sparks,
The Grass Roots,
The Doobie Brothers,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.