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 Iceland and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Robert Hood to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Joyce Sims,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
PIL,
Das Ding,
Scott Walker,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Buckinghams,
Pylon,
Mission of Burma,
Sixth Finger,
Pulsallama,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Star Department,
Al Stewart,
Archie Shepp,
Whodini,
Harpers Bizarre,
Arab on Radar,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cecil Taylor,
Dennis Brown,
Mary Jane Girls,
Malaria!,
Spandau Ballet,
Easy Going,
Slave,
Sam Rivers,
Arcadia,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eden Ahbez,
Japan,
Blossom Toes,
Con Funk Shun,
Fad Gadget,
Charles Mingus,
Bad Manners,
Scion,
Thee Headcoats,
Sandy B,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sällskapet,
Cal Tjader,
Jawbox,
Aural Exciters,
Neu!,
The Beau Brummels,
The Fire Engines,
Bluetip,
Underground Resistance,
These Immortal Souls,
Peter and Kerry,
The Happenings,
Don Cherry,
Aloha Tigers,
Toni Rubio,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Average White Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
Steve Hackett,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.