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 Gambia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 David Bowie 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 Divine Comedy to the grime 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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro 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 organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
H. Thieme,
Wally Richardson,
Joensuu 1685,
The Monks,
June Days,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Royal Trux,
Eve St. Jones,
Chris Corsano,
Jawbox,
Talk Talk,
Barrington Levy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sugar Minott,
The Searchers,
Camouflage,
Avey Tare,
The Walker Brothers,
Eric Dolphy,
Livin' Joy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Neu!,
The Sonics,
Absolute Body Control,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sonic Youth,
Stockholm Monsters,
Spandau Ballet,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eurythmics,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ituana,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Little Man,
the Germs,
Monolake,
Terrestrial Tones,
Zapp,
Ludus,
ABC,
The Human League,
Heaven 17,
Barry Ungar,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nico,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Hoover,
the Slits,
FM Einheit,
Average White Band,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.