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 Kyrgyzstan and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Normal to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord 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 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Blake Baxter,
Sparks,
10cc,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Aural Exciters,
The Mummies,
The Moleskins,
Lindisfarne,
The Gun Club,
Jacques Brel,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kaleidoscope,
Fad Gadget,
Ralphi Rosario,
Surgeon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Junior Murvin,
Soul Sonic Force,
Todd Rundgren,
Sällskapet,
The Busters,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Velvet Underground,
June Days,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Ultravox,
The Gories,
Swans,
Young Marble Giants,
Sandy B,
Sugar Minott,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Niagra,
The Litter,
Ronnie Foster,
The Angels of Light,
Con Funk Shun,
Y Pants,
These Immortal Souls,
The Red Krayola,
Animal Collective,
Basic Channel,
Gang Starr,
Cameo,
Angry Samoans,
Jandek,
John Lydon,
Fat Boys,
Q and Not U,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Toasters,
Pierre Henry,
Ultra Naté,
The Index,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Vainqueur,
Rotary Connection,
Rekid,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.