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 Paraguay and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Columbus.
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 clarinet 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 The Velvet Underground to the dance 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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Second Layer,
Pierre Henry,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
New Order,
The Searchers,
The Motions,
Al Stewart,
Barclay James Harvest,
A Flock of Seagulls,
F. McDonald,
Gang Starr,
Skarface,
Ice-T,
Warren Ellis,
The Velvet Underground,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Roy Ayers,
The Evens,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Associates,
Pussy Galore,
The New Christs,
Chris & Cosey,
Hoover,
Eric Copeland,
The Alarm Clocks,
Archie Shepp,
Mars,
Blake Baxter,
Albert Ayler,
The Human League,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kerri Chandler,
Yazoo,
DNA,
Supertramp,
Crooked Eye,
Peter & Gordon,
Motorama,
Lalo Schifrin,
Deadbeat,
Tubeway Army,
Smog,
Marine Girls,
Cal Tjader,
Ludus,
The Young Rascals,
Colin Newman,
Basic Channel,
Eddi Front,
John Cale,
Anthony Braxton,
Johnny Osbourne,
Oneida,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Hardrive,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Severed Heads,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Scientists,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.