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 Germany and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Fall to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar 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 organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
The Stooges,
Guru Guru,
James White and The Blacks,
Barbara Tucker,
Sexual Harrassment,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Remains,
Urselle,
Television,
Yazoo,
Yusef Lateef,
DJ Sneak,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Moleskins,
Johnny Clarke,
Hashim,
Theoretical Girls,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Gap Band,
Reuben Wilson,
Motorama,
Nas,
Eden Ahbez,
The United States of America,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Radio Birdman,
Rakim,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Spoonie Gee,
the Human League,
Funky Four + One,
Ronan,
The Detroit Cobras,
Brass Construction,
Sound Behaviour,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Funkadelic,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dave Gahan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lungfish,
Bauhaus,
New York Dolls,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Goldenarms,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sugar Minott,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Youth Brigade,
Technova,
Idris Muhammad,
Warsaw,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cameo,
Minor Threat,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Names,
Q and Not U,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.