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 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the dance 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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer 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 linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Accadde A,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bootsy Collins,
The Invisible,
Deadbeat,
World's Most,
Supertramp,
Lyres,
Spandau Ballet,
Intrusion,
The Count Five,
Franke,
CMW,
Stockholm Monsters,
Danielle Patucci,
Ponytail,
Buzzcocks,
Throbbing Gristle,
John Foxx,
Parry Music,
Davy DMX,
Angry Samoans,
Camberwell Now,
X-102,
Henry Cow,
Neu!,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Aaron Thompson,
Jeff Lynne,
Anthony Braxton,
EPMD,
Dead Boys,
The Last Poets,
FM Einheit,
Motorama,
OOIOO,
Q65,
JFA,
Nirvana,
Talk Talk,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Cramps,
Model 500,
Susan Cadogan,
Yaz,
The Sound,
The Selecter,
Alison Limerick,
Q and Not U,
Thee Headcoats,
Delta 5,
Delon & Dalcan,
Yusef Lateef,
Donny Hathaway,
PIL,
Animal Collective,
ABBA,
Popol Vuh,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.