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 Monaco and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 sitar 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 K-Klass to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum 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 marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
John Cale,
Drexciya,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ponytail,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Wally Richardson,
John Holt,
Sugar Minott,
Gang Gang Dance,
Piero Umiliani,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Monks,
The Evens,
Eurythmics,
Spandau Ballet,
Prince Buster,
The Neon Judgement,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Franke,
T. Rex,
Lalann,
the Normal,
Lyres,
Qualms,
The Star Department,
Ronan,
Josef K,
Scan 7,
Lou Reed,
Absolute Body Control,
Vladislav Delay,
Desert Stars,
Masters at Work,
Heaven 17,
Ossler,
Accadde A,
Ornette Coleman,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Althea and Donna,
Rapeman,
F. McDonald,
Throbbing Gristle,
Von Mondo,
The Fire Engines,
Ultra Naté,
R.M.O.,
Wings,
Joe Finger,
Zapp,
Bronski Beat,
Arab on Radar,
10cc,
The American Breed,
Leonard Cohen,
The Electric Prunes,
the Bar-Kays,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nirvana,
Delon & Dalcan,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.