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 Haiti and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 theremin 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the grime 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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Pylon,
Kaleidoscope,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Divine Comedy,
Jandek,
kango's stein massive,
Animal Collective,
The Litter,
Roxy Music,
The New Christs,
Sparks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Andrew Hill,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Audionom,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Smiths,
Spandau Ballet,
Eden Ahbez,
Sixth Finger,
Liliput,
Japan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Roy Ayers,
Quantec,
Harmonia,
the Association,
Yellowson,
Jeff Mills,
Minnie Riperton,
Dual Sessions,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Whodini,
Ken Boothe,
Lalann,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mad Mike,
Gil Scott Heron,
Henry Cow,
Slave,
Sällskapet,
Piero Umiliani,
New Order,
Babytalk,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Qualms,
Lucky Dragons,
Letta Mbulu,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ornette Coleman,
Bush Tetras,
Quando Quango,
Rosa Yemen,
Funkadelic,
The Martian,
The Motions,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kurtis Blow,
Mary Jane Girls,
Black Moon,
Rod Modell,
Vladislav Delay,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.