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 Estonia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 John Lydon to the grime 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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Jeff Mills,
Frankie Knuckles,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eden Ahbez,
Colin Newman,
Rod Modell,
Erykah Badu,
Whodini,
Camouflage,
Crispian St. Peters,
Todd Rundgren,
Moss Icon,
Jesper Dahlback,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dennis Brown,
Pussy Galore,
Barry Ungar,
Gong,
Buzzcocks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Juan Atkins,
T. Rex,
Bill Near,
The Fortunes,
Ultravox,
Sonic Youth,
The Smiths,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Barracudas,
the Bar-Kays,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tears for Fears,
Moebius,
Robert Hood,
Harpers Bizarre,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Suicide,
Drexciya,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dark Day,
Clear Light,
Parry Music,
MC5,
The Count Five,
The Fuzztones,
Robert Görl,
Tomorrow,
R.M.O.,
Depeche Mode,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fluxion,
The Busters,
Second Layer,
The Seeds,
Gil Scott Heron,
Soul Sonic Force,
Soft Machine,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
New York Dolls,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.