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 Bangladesh and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 snare 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 Reagan Youth to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Minor Threat,
the Association,
Barbara Tucker,
Ohio Players,
kango's stein massive,
Urselle,
Scan 7,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Derrick May,
Moebius,
Rufus Thomas,
Barrington Levy,
Maleditus Sound,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Suicide,
Das Ding,
cv313,
Pantaleimon,
The Moleskins,
Eurythmics,
Los Fastidios,
Pulsallama,
Man Parrish,
Brass Construction,
Nico,
Surgeon,
Anthony Braxton,
The Black Dice,
Audionom,
ABBA,
Brand Nubian,
MC5,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jacob Miller,
Bush Tetras,
Yaz,
Iggy Pop,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Blues Magoos,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Toasters,
Monks,
Scrapy,
Warren Ellis,
Groovy Waters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Essential Logic,
Lalann,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Selecter,
Fela Kuti,
Amazonics,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Von Mondo,
Banda Bassotti,
The Skatalites,
Bauhaus,
Josef K,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.