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 Togo and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 David McCallum to the grime 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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes 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 marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Anakelly,
Ultravox,
Dave Gahan,
Colin Newman,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sound Behaviour,
The Durutti Column,
Khruangbin,
Max Romeo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Neon Judgement,
Lou Reed,
Sunsets and Hearts,
James White and The Blacks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Stereo Dub,
The Mojo Men,
Zapp,
Zero Boys,
X-101,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Laurel Aitken,
Interpol,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dennis Brown,
La Düsseldorf,
Andrew Hill,
Das Ding,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Blues Magoos,
Barrington Levy,
Suburban Knight,
Soulsonic Force,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Con Funk Shun,
Fela Kuti,
The Gories,
Anthony Braxton,
John Coltrane,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Audionom,
Kool Moe Dee,
Saccharine Trust,
Black Moon,
Archie Shepp,
Youth Brigade,
Glenn Branca,
Warsaw,
The Martian,
Television Personalities,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Vladislav Delay,
Bobby Womack,
Niagra,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sex Pistols,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Divine Comedy,
The Five Americans,
Cheater Slicks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.