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 Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Michael McDonald 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 Divine Comedy to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
The Tremeloes,
Gang Green,
Accadde A,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Agitation Free,
Buzzcocks,
Ornette Coleman,
New Order,
Lindisfarne,
Iggy Pop,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tres Demented,
Kerri Chandler,
Funkadelic,
Hardrive,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Robert Hood,
Franke,
Eurythmics,
The Doobie Brothers,
Suburban Knight,
Kenny Larkin,
Theoretical Girls,
Bush Tetras,
X-Ray Spex,
U.S. Maple,
The Barracudas,
Kas Product,
Ludus,
The Names,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Sonics,
Warsaw,
Shuggie Otis,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
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E-Dancer,
Ken Boothe,
the Human League,
Soul Sonic Force,
Steve Hackett,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Monochrome Set,
The Music Machine,
Bronski Beat,
Ralphi Rosario,
Joensuu 1685,
Subhumans,
Livin' Joy,
Outsiders,
Public Enemy,
Minnie Riperton,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Standells,
The Gap Band,
Robert Wyatt,
the Swans,
The Buckinghams,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.