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 Lucia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Gichy Dan to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin 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 mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Outsiders,
T. Rex,
Gil Scott Heron,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Simply Red,
The Standells,
Joensuu 1685,
Boredoms,
June of 44,
Black Flag,
Toni Rubio,
Babytalk,
Janne Schatter,
Traffic Nightmare,
Y Pants,
Sugar Minott,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Sound,
the Swans,
Kas Product,
Metal Thangz,
Minor Threat,
Royal Trux,
Mark Hollis,
Andrew Hill,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Maurizio,
Fad Gadget,
Scan 7,
Davy DMX,
Deepchord,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Slits,
Roxette,
Archie Shepp,
Symarip,
Fluxion,
Bronski Beat,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Patti Smith,
The Buckinghams,
Todd Terry,
Tubeway Army,
Gong,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
U.S. Maple,
Al Stewart,
James White and The Blacks,
Silicon Teens,
Judy Mowatt,
Au Pairs,
Soulsonic Force,
DJ Style,
The Golliwogs,
H. Thieme,
EPMD,
Bauhaus,
Public Enemy,
Arcadia,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.