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 China and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 guitar 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 Hasil Adkins to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin 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 linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
The Standells,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Scratch Acid,
Gang of Four,
The Cowsills,
World's Most,
Pussy Galore,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Soul Sonic Force,
Barrington Levy,
Neu!,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Blancmange,
Arthur Verocai,
Oblivians,
Pulsallama,
Prince Buster,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sound Behaviour,
Peter & Gordon,
The Zeros,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Visage,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Raincoats,
Easy Going,
Steve Hackett,
The Index,
Sarah Menescal,
Harry Pussy,
X-Ray Spex,
Maleditus Sound,
Cal Tjader,
Erasure,
The Human League,
Parry Music,
The Mummies,
Ash Ra Tempel,
In Retrospect,
Minnie Riperton,
Ten City,
Erykah Badu,
Todd Rundgren,
Moby Grape,
Joe Smooth,
Aloha Tigers,
The Martian,
Essential Logic,
X-101,
The Pop Group,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bill Near,
Motorama,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Hashim,
Ultra Naté,
Zapp,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.