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 Belize and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Derrick Morgan to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Parry Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Lucky Dragons,
Traffic Nightmare,
Howard Jones,
Michelle Simonal,
The Angels of Light,
Patti Smith,
Pussy Galore,
Dual Sessions,
Symarip,
Ludus,
Ralphi Rosario,
Stockholm Monsters,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
June Days,
Smog,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lou Reed,
Gastr Del Sol,
Scientists,
Franke,
Agitation Free,
Soulsonic Force,
James White and The Blacks,
Soft Machine,
Lightning Bolt,
Donald Byrd,
Warsaw,
The American Breed,
Idris Muhammad,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Donny Hathaway,
Scion,
Dead Boys,
Amon Düül,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kerri Chandler,
Severed Heads,
The Zeros,
Slave,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Johnny Clarke,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Von Mondo,
Roxette,
Arab on Radar,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gang of Four,
The Associates,
Nico,
Gabor Szabo,
Godley & Creme,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Amazonics,
Infiniti,
A Certain Ratio,
The Human League,
Unwound,
F. McDonald,
Tommy Roe,
Country Teasers,
Eddi Front,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.