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 Belize and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Salvador.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Nas to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar 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 chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
The Gladiators,
Aaron Thompson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Funkadelic,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Victims,
DJ Sneak,
The Saints,
Jacques Brel,
Funky Four + One,
Pulsallama,
Brass Construction,
the Germs,
Patti Smith,
Flamin' Groovies,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Soulsonic Force,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Soft Cell,
Average White Band,
Con Funk Shun,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
John Coltrane,
48th St. Collective,
Archie Shepp,
Camouflage,
L. Decosne,
Ohio Players,
The Selecter,
Nico,
Yusef Lateef,
Liliput,
Matthew Bourne,
Audionom,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bang On A Can,
Morten Harket,
Vladislav Delay,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dark Day,
Rapeman,
Los Fastidios,
The Slits,
The Cowsills,
Swans,
Man Parrish,
Hardrive,
Technova,
Frankie Knuckles,
Porter Ricks,
Bobby Sherman,
Roxette,
The Five Americans,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Move,
Thee Headcoats,
Altered Images,
Slave,
Black Flag,
The Blackbyrds,
Rod Modell,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.