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 Germany and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Pole to the crunk 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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and a linndrum 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Goldenarms,
R.M.O.,
Marvin Gaye,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Outsiders,
Siglo XX,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sister Nancy,
Excepter,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Quadrant,
Livin' Joy,
Camouflage,
Laurel Aitken,
The Techniques,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sonic Youth,
The Grass Roots,
John Holt,
The Cowsills,
Franke,
Scott Walker,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lou Reed,
Soul Sonic Force,
Radiohead,
The Skatalites,
New York Dolls,
The Knickerbockers,
Carl Craig,
Kaleidoscope,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Remains,
Lightning Bolt,
Leonard Cohen,
Terry Callier,
Zapp,
Skriet,
the Bar-Kays,
Ice-T,
Symarip,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Marmalade,
The J.B.'s,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pere Ubu,
Warsaw,
Moby Grape,
Boogie Down Productions,
DJ Style,
Surgeon,
Aloha Tigers,
Agitation Free,
Royal Trux,
Marshall Jefferson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Cybotron,
The Buckinghams,
Brick,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.