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 Papua New Guinea and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Delhi.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Parry Music to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
The Mojo Men,
Sonic Youth,
Pole,
Young Marble Giants,
Banda Bassotti,
Lucky Dragons,
Blake Baxter,
Connie Case,
The Pop Group,
ABC,
Parry Music,
Lou Christie,
Au Pairs,
Minor Threat,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bootsy Collins,
Schoolly D,
Nico,
Zero Boys,
X-Ray Spex,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
DJ Sneak,
Roxette,
The Saints,
48th St. Collective,
Porter Ricks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kenny Larkin,
John Cale,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Hoover,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Absolute Body Control,
The Moody Blues,
Ralphi Rosario,
Dead Boys,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Modern Lovers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cameo,
Roy Ayers,
OOIOO,
ABBA,
Lebanon Hanover,
Model 500,
Q65,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Donald Byrd,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Wolf Eyes,
Radio Birdman,
Soul II Soul,
The Walker Brothers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tres Demented,
Godley & Creme,
Yellowson,
Isaac Hayes,
Wings,
New Order,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.