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 Iraq and from London.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Infiniti to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a chamberlin and an arpeggiator 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 arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kevin Saunderson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rod Modell,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Gap Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Star Department,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Symarip,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Blackbyrds,
Aaron Thompson,
Traffic Nightmare,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The New Christs,
Nils Olav,
Rotary Connection,
Parry Music,
Blossom Toes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sexual Harrassment,
Quantec,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Deakin,
Procol Harum,
Nas,
Fear,
Reuben Wilson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mad Mike,
The Fugs,
Joe Smooth,
Marcia Griffiths,
a-ha,
Amon Düül,
Lower 48,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pierre Henry,
The Slits,
Bush Tetras,
Soft Machine,
Ultimate Spinach,
B.T. Express,
Half Japanese,
The Saints,
Erykah Badu,
Tommy Roe,
the Normal,
The Doobie Brothers,
Slick Rick,
Surgeon,
The Cowsills,
Pet Shop Boys,
Malaria!,
Icehouse,
The Residents,
Kurtis Blow,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.