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 Cyprus and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the rap 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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar 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 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Marc Almond,
Tubeway Army,
Ossler,
Massinfluence,
Flash Fearless,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Second Layer,
Maurizio,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Flipper,
The Evens,
Ken Boothe,
The Invisible,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pantytec,
DJ Style,
New Order,
Juan Atkins,
Letta Mbulu,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Television Personalities,
Isaac Hayes,
Pylon,
Lee Hazlewood,
Robert Görl,
D'Angelo,
A Certain Ratio,
Camouflage,
H. Thieme,
Gabor Szabo,
Infiniti,
The Young Rascals,
The Associates,
Amon Düül II,
Metal Thangz,
Man Parrish,
Minutemen,
The Vogues,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Gun Club,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ultimate Spinach,
Young Marble Giants,
Swell Maps,
Pet Shop Boys,
Archie Shepp,
Eden Ahbez,
Eurythmics,
DJ Sneak,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Black Sheep,
Adolescents,
Bobby Womack,
Japan,
Audionom,
Yusef Lateef,
The Five Americans,
Fad Gadget,
FM Einheit,
Lalann,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.