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 Bulgaria 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Shanghai.
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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Marmalade to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare 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 a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
The Busters,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Isaac Hayes,
Circle Jerks,
Amazonics,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ken Boothe,
Sound Behaviour,
Royal Trux,
The Sonics,
Lalann,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mantronix,
The Sound,
Agent Orange,
Loose Ends,
Carl Craig,
Underground Resistance,
the Human League,
Audionom,
Inner City,
Vainqueur,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Moss Icon,
Technova,
Joe Smooth,
Johnny Clarke,
The Motions,
John Cale,
Little Man,
Subhumans,
Rekid,
Darondo,
Prince Buster,
World's Most,
ABBA,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gang Starr,
Rufus Thomas,
Thompson Twins,
Cluster,
Rotary Connection,
Ten City,
Procol Harum,
The Black Dice,
The Litter,
Au Pairs,
Television,
Yazoo,
Y Pants,
Barbara Tucker,
Moebius,
The Dead C,
Marshall Jefferson,
Charles Mingus,
The Trojans,
Cecil Taylor,
Jeff Mills,
Easy Going,
Organ,
The Gladiators,
Dead Boys,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.