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 Turkmenistan and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba 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 organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Von Mondo,
Aaron Thompson,
The Saints,
Nick Fraelich,
Spoonie Gee,
Black Moon,
Boogie Down Productions,
Duran Duran,
Surgeon,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Mummies,
The Star Department,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bill Near,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Victims,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Roy Ayers,
The Pop Group,
Symarip,
Oneida,
Visage,
Dark Day,
Brass Construction,
Jeff Mills,
Curtis Mayfield,
Angry Samoans,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Carl Craig,
Adolescents,
Anthony Braxton,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Moleskins,
Scrapy,
the Swans,
Kenny Larkin,
Funky Four + One,
Aloha Tigers,
Crime,
Ken Boothe,
Steve Hackett,
Bobby Hutcherson,
B.T. Express,
Boredoms,
Fatback Band,
Interpol,
A Certain Ratio,
Heaven 17,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Modern Lovers,
Mark Hollis,
Funkadelic,
James White and The Blacks,
H. Thieme,
Jawbox,
Au Pairs,
Absolute Body Control,
Cameo,
Ultra Naté,
John Lydon,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.