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 Equatorial Guinea and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Danielle Patucci to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe 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 organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Wire,
Peter and Kerry,
The Birthday Party,
Nick Fraelich,
Rosa Yemen,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rapeman,
X-102,
Wings,
The Gun Club,
Kaleidoscope,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Traffic Nightmare,
Main Source,
Popol Vuh,
Loose Ends,
The Flesh Eaters,
Reuben Wilson,
Masters at Work,
The Moleskins,
The Doors,
Skaos,
FM Einheit,
Joyce Sims,
Angry Samoans,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Barracudas,
Nico,
Saccharine Trust,
Drexciya,
Vainqueur,
Colin Newman,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Skarface,
Theoretical Girls,
Nas,
Supertramp,
Lou Christie,
Moss Icon,
Tommy Roe,
Soft Machine,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Remains,
Minnie Riperton,
Slave,
D'Angelo,
Harry Pussy,
Whodini,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Technova,
Arcadia,
The Happenings,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Q and Not U,
Liliput,
Moebius,
Thompson Twins,
Marcia Griffiths,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.