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 Ecuador and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Amon Düül II to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron 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 harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Crash Course in Science,
Sam Rivers,
Pierre Henry,
The Vogues,
Peter and Kerry,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kevin Saunderson,
New Age Steppers,
Motorama,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fatback Band,
The Searchers,
H. Thieme,
Technova,
Andrew Hill,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Tremeloes,
The Dirtbombs,
Mars,
Moebius,
Lindisfarne,
Junior Murvin,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fifty Foot Hose,
This Heat,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Toni Rubio,
Lungfish,
Nico,
Royal Trux,
The Blues Magoos,
China Crisis,
Mark Hollis,
Arcadia,
Aswad,
the Association,
Man Eating Sloth,
Scott Walker,
The Red Krayola,
Grey Daturas,
Reagan Youth,
Vainqueur,
Oblivians,
The Cramps,
Jacques Brel,
Moss Icon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dennis Brown,
Fela Kuti,
FM Einheit,
Malaria!,
Yellowson,
Alton Ellis,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Avey Tare,
Fad Gadget,
Sarah Menescal,
The Monochrome Set,
Lightning Bolt,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.