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 New Zealand and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1984 at the first Arcadia 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 Brothers Johnson to the disco 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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba 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 a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Bronski Beat,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sandy B,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Tremeloes,
Judy Mowatt,
The Monks,
Audionom,
Gabor Szabo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dennis Brown,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Remains,
Deadbeat,
Lightning Bolt,
Pylon,
Mad Mike,
Magma,
Reuben Wilson,
John Lydon,
Newcleus,
Toni Rubio,
Brass Construction,
The Leaves,
Gichy Dan,
World's Most,
The Index,
Blancmange,
Michelle Simonal,
Glenn Branca,
Country Teasers,
Public Enemy,
Yaz,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Skriet,
Bill Near,
Mo-Dettes,
The Star Department,
Cheater Slicks,
Reagan Youth,
Half Japanese,
Ludus,
R.M.O.,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
F. McDonald,
Spoonie Gee,
Brick,
Mantronix,
Make Up,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
La Düsseldorf,
Simply Red,
The Names,
Todd Terry,
The Divine Comedy,
Parry Music,
Eve St. Jones,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.