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 Dominica and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Robert Wyatt to the crunk 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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and a mellotron 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 arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
The Litter,
Angry Samoans,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Colin Newman,
ABBA,
Inner City,
One Last Wish,
Juan Atkins,
Porter Ricks,
Pantaleimon,
The Sonics,
Oblivians,
Accadde A,
Jeff Lynne,
Eric Copeland,
Boredoms,
Aswad,
Bobby Byrd,
Yazoo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rites of Spring,
Blancmange,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Oneida,
Deakin,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
D'Angelo,
Barry Ungar,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Minutemen,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Alphaville,
The Count Five,
The Victims,
Gang Green,
David Axelrod,
Vainqueur,
Outsiders,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Alice Coltrane,
Shoche,
Barrington Levy,
Bad Manners,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Subhumans,
CMW,
Ultra Naté,
Babytalk,
Lucky Dragons,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
U.S. Maple,
Anakelly,
Pere Ubu,
The Mummies,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Public Enemy,
Al Stewart,
L. Decosne,
Soul II Soul,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.