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 Malawi and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Parry Music to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Lou Reed,
Iggy Pop,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fad Gadget,
The Happenings,
New Age Steppers,
Althea and Donna,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Fuzztones,
Lee Hazlewood,
Echospace,
Gichy Dan,
The Dave Clark Five,
Crime,
Oblivians,
Toni Rubio,
Sexual Harrassment,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Birthday Party,
Flipper,
Susan Cadogan,
Johnny Osbourne,
Brand Nubian,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Toasters,
Gang of Four,
the Normal,
Von Mondo,
Swell Maps,
Henry Cow,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Simply Red,
Scrapy,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Walker Brothers,
Janne Schatter,
Inner City,
Buzzcocks,
June of 44,
Rakim,
The Evens,
Los Fastidios,
Michelle Simonal,
Wolf Eyes,
Warren Ellis,
Ronnie Foster,
Alison Limerick,
The Zeros,
Girls At Our Best!,
Minnie Riperton,
Kas Product,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
MC5,
Avey Tare,
LL Cool J,
The Modern Lovers,
The Mojo Men,
Sonic Youth,
Mark Hollis,
Steve Hackett,
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.