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 Morocco and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Tremeloes to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro 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 synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Harry Pussy,
Liliput,
H. Thieme,
Oneida,
Grey Daturas,
Minny Pops,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Busters,
Section 25,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dawn Penn,
Roxette,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eddi Front,
The Knickerbockers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kurtis Blow,
Television Personalities,
Brothers Johnson,
Blancmange,
Rotary Connection,
Pere Ubu,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cecil Taylor,
Au Pairs,
The Associates,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
EPMD,
Aswad,
Man Parrish,
David Bowie,
The Smiths,
The Selecter,
John Coltrane,
Scan 7,
Cybotron,
Todd Rundgren,
Model 500,
The Pop Group,
New Age Steppers,
This Heat,
The Gladiators,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Althea and Donna,
The Dead C,
Bush Tetras,
Juan Atkins,
Groovy Waters,
Reagan Youth,
Inner City,
Black Moon,
Camouflage,
Lebanon Hanover,
F. McDonald,
Peter & Gordon,
Kool Moe Dee,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Techniques,
Soul Sonic Force,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.