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 Angola and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Lou Reed 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 Magazine to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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 snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Saccharine Trust,
Nation of Ulysses,
Shoche,
Eve St. Jones,
The Index,
Stiv Bators,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Make Up,
Bronski Beat,
The Leaves,
Harpers Bizarre,
48th St. Collective,
Desert Stars,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mandrill,
The Count Five,
Magma,
The Star Department,
EPMD,
Rotary Connection,
Trumans Water,
Grey Daturas,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Normal,
Nico,
The Knickerbockers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dawn Penn,
Bob Dylan,
Bobby Byrd,
The Pop Group,
Ten City,
PIL,
China Crisis,
Boogie Down Productions,
Arcadia,
Gang Green,
Q and Not U,
Thompson Twins,
Groovy Waters,
ABC,
Wolf Eyes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ronan,
The Dave Clark Five,
Steve Hackett,
Crooked Eye,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Real Kids,
Aaron Thompson,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lalann,
The Skatalites,
Symarip,
Drive Like Jehu,
Swell Maps,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ohio Players,
Albert Ayler,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.