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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Motions to the grunge 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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer 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 rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
The Seeds,
Wire,
The Martian,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Leaves,
Deadbeat,
The Wake,
The Flesh Eaters,
Warren Ellis,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Barry Ungar,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Buzzcocks,
Skarface,
Harmonia,
The Moleskins,
The Doors,
Dennis Brown,
Letta Mbulu,
Malaria!,
The Skatalites,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Circle Jerks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mark Hollis,
Deepchord,
Judy Mowatt,
Roxette,
Henry Cow,
Scott Walker,
Scratch Acid,
Bauhaus,
The United States of America,
Radiopuhelimet,
Isaac Hayes,
Bill Wells,
Alison Limerick,
The Gap Band,
Janne Schatter,
Max Romeo,
These Immortal Souls,
Porter Ricks,
Ohio Players,
Faust,
Mars,
Smog,
Groovy Waters,
Adolescents,
Hasil Adkins,
Harry Pussy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sällskapet,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.