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 Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Knickerbockers to the grime 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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 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 guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
David Bowie,
Pylon,
Rapeman,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Fall,
The Alarm Clocks,
Junior Murvin,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
OOIOO,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Faraquet,
Bang On A Can,
CMW,
The Velvet Underground,
Pantytec,
Lyres,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Roy Ayers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Stiv Bators,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Quantec,
Goldenarms,
Interpol,
Fela Kuti,
a-ha,
Radio Birdman,
Ultimate Spinach,
Harmonia,
The Fuzztones,
Gang Starr,
Soul II Soul,
L. Decosne,
Index,
Reagan Youth,
Eli Mardock,
Pharoah Sanders,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Trojans,
Little Man,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Amon Düül,
Radiopuhelimet,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lebanon Hanover,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ossler,
Fluxion,
Moss Icon,
Mission of Burma,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Golliwogs,
X-101,
Toni Rubio,
Yazoo,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ten City,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.