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 Ireland and from New York.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 sitar 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the dance 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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe 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 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Johnny Clarke,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Evens,
Barry Ungar,
Michelle Simonal,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Interpol,
Jacob Miller,
Y Pants,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Angry Samoans,
Jerry's Kids,
Susan Cadogan,
MDC,
Oblivians,
Neu!,
Suicide,
Kurtis Blow,
Letta Mbulu,
Second Layer,
Sixth Finger,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gang Green,
Ultravox,
OOIOO,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kayak,
Boredoms,
Unwound,
Niagra,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Vogues,
Bootsy Collins,
Donald Byrd,
Anthony Braxton,
Minnie Riperton,
Boogie Down Productions,
Todd Rundgren,
Von Mondo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Searchers,
T. Rex,
Derrick May,
Sun Ra,
Juan Atkins,
Wolf Eyes,
Lou Reed,
Reuben Wilson,
Bobby Womack,
Altered Images,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Knickerbockers,
Shoche,
Reagan Youth,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eve St. Jones,
Eric Dolphy,
Electric Prunes,
Sällskapet,
Harry Pussy,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.