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 Namibia and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the rhodes 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 U.S. Maple to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Popol Vuh,
Symarip,
Gichy Dan,
Depeche Mode,
Black Moon,
Kurtis Blow,
Reagan Youth,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Spoonie Gee,
Lebanon Hanover,
Niagra,
Lou Christie,
Warren Ellis,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Moss Icon,
Malaria!,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lightning Bolt,
The Electric Prunes,
Jerry's Kids,
Technova,
Chrome,
Negative Approach,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Black Bananas,
Lou Reed,
Grauzone,
The United States of America,
Fat Boys,
Public Enemy,
Jeff Mills,
Laurel Aitken,
Sister Nancy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nick Fraelich,
The Count Five,
David Axelrod,
E-Dancer,
Crash Course in Science,
Mars,
Suburban Knight,
The Red Krayola,
the Soft Cell,
Roger Hodgson,
Avey Tare,
Barrington Levy,
Second Layer,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Country Teasers,
Lalann,
Ken Boothe,
Brick,
Black Pus,
Isaac Hayes,
Hot Snakes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Agent Orange,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.