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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 La Düsseldorf to the funk 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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin 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 rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Saccharine Trust,
Talk Talk,
Donny Hathaway,
Niagra,
Minutemen,
Bronski Beat,
Fad Gadget,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Essential Logic,
Jawbox,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Offenders,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sex Pistols,
The Selecter,
Ludus,
The Electric Prunes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Last Poets,
Kerrie Biddell,
The New Christs,
Skaos,
Barbara Tucker,
T.S.O.L.,
Reuben Wilson,
Moebius,
Chris Corsano,
E-Dancer,
Todd Terry,
Sound Behaviour,
Lucky Dragons,
Lakeside,
the Normal,
The Seeds,
Delta 5,
Dave Gahan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Joe Smooth,
Tubeway Army,
Moss Icon,
Easy Going,
the Soft Cell,
Cameo,
Wally Richardson,
World's Most,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Yusef Lateef,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Names,
Franke,
Guru Guru,
Theoretical Girls,
the Germs,
David Bowie,
Flash Fearless,
JFA,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Shuggie Otis,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.