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 Uzbekistan and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin 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 organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Section 25,
Moss Icon,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jeff Lynne,
John Holt,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gang Starr,
Joy Division,
Thompson Twins,
This Heat,
Rosa Yemen,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Monochrome Set,
Quantec,
Banda Bassotti,
the Sonics,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Judy Mowatt,
48th St. Collective,
Wally Richardson,
The Real Kids,
Franke,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bauhaus,
Parry Music,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sun City Girls,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dark Day,
Electric Prunes,
The Dirtbombs,
The Cowsills,
Hoover,
The Sound,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Dave Clark Five,
Con Funk Shun,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mandrill,
The Sonics,
Flash Fearless,
Gichy Dan,
Excepter,
Boz Scaggs,
Lindisfarne,
Livin' Joy,
Todd Rundgren,
Lakeside,
The Gladiators,
Icehouse,
Al Stewart,
B.T. Express,
Smog,
Mark Hollis,
The Blackbyrds,
Gabor Szabo,
The Leaves,
Arab on Radar,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.