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 Peru and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 organ 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the punk 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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba 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 synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Warren Ellis,
Colin Newman,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Five Americans,
Bluetip,
Mars,
Sun Ra,
Scientists,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tubeway Army,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Buckinghams,
The Skatalites,
Ronnie Foster,
The Moleskins,
Aural Exciters,
The Associates,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lyres,
Oneida,
Minnie Riperton,
the Bar-Kays,
Moss Icon,
R.M.O.,
Magma,
Roxette,
Lou Reed,
Terrestrial Tones,
Heaven 17,
Ralphi Rosario,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Vladislav Delay,
The Young Rascals,
DJ Sneak,
Hardrive,
The Birthday Party,
Buzzcocks,
Marine Girls,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eve St. Jones,
The Fire Engines,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Invisible,
FM Einheit,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gong,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pulsallama,
Scratch Acid,
Public Image Ltd.,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Derrick Morgan,
Smog,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Theoretical Girls,
Peter & Gordon,
Kool Moe Dee,
Alton Ellis,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.