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 Mali and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Deepchord to the rap 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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and a linndrum 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 marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dark Day,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
James White and The Blacks,
The Raincoats,
Lakeside,
Average White Band,
Saccharine Trust,
Alice Coltrane,
Unwound,
Lucky Dragons,
New Order,
Amazonics,
the Human League,
Cameo,
The Vogues,
Byron Stingily,
The Alarm Clocks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pantaleimon,
Visage,
Von Mondo,
Slave,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Faraquet,
Rekid,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
DJ Sneak,
Goldenarms,
David Bowie,
Grauzone,
Rakim,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eden Ahbez,
La Düsseldorf,
The Young Rascals,
Tubeway Army,
Los Fastidios,
Nirvana,
Oneida,
Arthur Verocai,
Fela Kuti,
Soft Cell,
Yaz,
Minny Pops,
Whodini,
The Fortunes,
The Leaves,
Essential Logic,
John Foxx,
Mo-Dettes,
Aural Exciters,
Sunsets and Hearts,
CMW,
Rod Modell,
Audionom,
Ice-T,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Angels of Light,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.