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 Jamaica and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Rapeman to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Intrusion,
Harmonia,
Mantronix,
The Skatalites,
Massinfluence,
R.M.O.,
Yusef Lateef,
One Last Wish,
Pulsallama,
Roxette,
Jacques Brel,
a-ha,
Deakin,
The Angels of Light,
Joe Smooth,
X-101,
Zero Boys,
Young Marble Giants,
H. Thieme,
The Victims,
Neil Young,
Subhumans,
Sex Pistols,
U.S. Maple,
Michelle Simonal,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Carl Craig,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Sound,
The Raincoats,
The Young Rascals,
Sällskapet,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Amon Düül II,
The Divine Comedy,
Neu!,
New Order,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Man Eating Sloth,
Bang On A Can,
Tubeway Army,
Easy Going,
Lungfish,
the Human League,
kango's stein massive,
The Slits,
Eric Copeland,
Oblivians,
Hasil Adkins,
The Trojans,
Letta Mbulu,
Sonic Youth,
Circle Jerks,
Sparks,
The Modern Lovers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Freddie Wadling,
Ronan,
Television,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.