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 Spain and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Hashim to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare 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 mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Harry Pussy,
Livin' Joy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
JFA,
Bobby Sherman,
Erasure,
The Tremeloes,
Bluetip,
Don Cherry,
David Axelrod,
The Selecter,
Junior Murvin,
Delta 5,
Kool Moe Dee,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bobby Hutcherson,
F. McDonald,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
In Retrospect,
Bill Wells,
The Shadows of Knight,
Monolake,
Sexual Harrassment,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Wings,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Human League,
Bill Near,
Scrapy,
Yusef Lateef,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Neil Young,
Radio Birdman,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
MDC,
Pharoah Sanders,
Au Pairs,
Newcleus,
The Neon Judgement,
Index,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Radiohead,
Bronski Beat,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eli Mardock,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dual Sessions,
Rapeman,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Babytalk,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sonny Sharrock,
Technova,
Yellowson,
Big Daddy Kane,
Zapp,
Lakeside,
Minor Threat,
Wasted Youth,
Gang Green,
Roxy Music,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.