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 Iceland and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Gerry Rafferty to the jazz 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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and a marimba 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 mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Roxy Music,
The Monochrome Set,
Ice-T,
Can,
Ronan,
Agent Orange,
Harmonia,
Scrapy,
Franke,
the Slits,
David Bowie,
Mad Mike,
Ultravox,
Gang of Four,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Moebius,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ornette Coleman,
The Divine Comedy,
Blake Baxter,
Soul II Soul,
Mantronix,
Pole,
Jerry's Kids,
Guru Guru,
Electric Prunes,
June of 44,
Hot Snakes,
Saccharine Trust,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Susan Cadogan,
Zero Boys,
Skriet,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Matthew Bourne,
Rekid,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Parry Music,
DNA,
The Residents,
Fort Wilson Riot,
ABC,
Derrick Morgan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Human League,
F. McDonald,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mark Hollis,
The Modern Lovers,
Cal Tjader,
Charles Mingus,
Jeru the Damaja,
Hoover,
Talk Talk,
Boredoms,
Negative Approach,
Black Moon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Section 25,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.