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 Gambia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Tommy Roe to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb 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 clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Stereo Dub,
Black Sheep,
Lyres,
Radiohead,
The Fall,
Mantronix,
Michelle Simonal,
Bush Tetras,
Rhythm & Sound,
Black Bananas,
John Holt,
Au Pairs,
Hasil Adkins,
L. Decosne,
Joensuu 1685,
Leonard Cohen,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Roxy Music,
Faraquet,
Robert Hood,
Sugar Minott,
Brass Construction,
The Searchers,
Echospace,
Section 25,
Unrelated Segments,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cal Tjader,
Blossom Toes,
Pulsallama,
Ronan,
Rotary Connection,
The Gun Club,
Qualms,
Deakin,
Fear,
The Blues Magoos,
Los Fastidios,
Zero Boys,
Blancmange,
Bluetip,
The Knickerbockers,
In Retrospect,
Ultravox,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Slave,
EPMD,
Royal Trux,
Japan,
JFA,
Rekid,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pere Ubu,
Deadbeat,
The Kinks,
Basic Channel,
The Remains,
H. Thieme,
Parry Music,
Tommy Roe,
The Grass Roots,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.