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 Gabon and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Electric Prunes to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe 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 synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Massinfluence,
CMW,
Eric Dolphy,
Soft Cell,
Ralphi Rosario,
Boogie Down Productions,
Isaac Hayes,
The Monks,
Rotary Connection,
Oneida,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Fuzztones,
Althea and Donna,
Man Parrish,
T.S.O.L.,
Organ,
Sällskapet,
The Busters,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Black Sheep,
Kaleidoscope,
Bronski Beat,
Stetsasonic,
Fela Kuti,
The Evens,
Barrington Levy,
Fear,
The Seeds,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Maleditus Sound,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Royal Trux,
Desert Stars,
Gastr Del Sol,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Scan 7,
Suicide,
Technova,
Todd Terry,
Rekid,
Aloha Tigers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Blake Baxter,
Harpers Bizarre,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lindisfarne,
The Sonics,
The Litter,
Public Enemy,
Yazoo,
Black Moon,
Pierre Henry,
Deepchord,
Mark Hollis,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Durutti Column,
Pharoah Sanders,
Soulsonic Force,
The Pop Group,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.