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 Seychelles and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the organ 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 Cosmic Jokers to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band 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 808 and a sitar 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 arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Bronski Beat,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gang Green,
Lyres,
The New Christs,
Niagra,
Con Funk Shun,
John Coltrane,
Monolake,
Drive Like Jehu,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Minny Pops,
Unwound,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Accadde A,
Eddi Front,
Pylon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Soft Cell,
Steve Hackett,
Sun Ra,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nico,
Cal Tjader,
Cameo,
Mission of Burma,
Franke,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lalo Schifrin,
Scion,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Crime,
Judy Mowatt,
Thee Headcoats,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nils Olav,
Mary Jane Girls,
Clear Light,
Colin Newman,
Q65,
Unrelated Segments,
Janne Schatter,
The Birthday Party,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Altered Images,
Pulsallama,
Tom Boy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Blues Magoos,
Susan Cadogan,
Idris Muhammad,
The Dirtbombs,
Lakeside,
Chris & Cosey,
Khruangbin,
Stiv Bators,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.