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 South Africa and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Cowsills to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and a rhodes 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 oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Fugs,
Steve Hackett,
Funky Four + One,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Real Kids,
Yusef Lateef,
Barry Ungar,
Erasure,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pharoah Sanders,
KRS-One,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Schoolly D,
The Searchers,
Deakin,
Mantronix,
Make Up,
The Birthday Party,
Accadde A,
Boz Scaggs,
Joe Finger,
Newcleus,
Chris & Cosey,
Motorama,
John Cale,
Model 500,
Lou Reed,
Johnny Osbourne,
Audionom,
H. Thieme,
John Coltrane,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Youth Brigade,
The Index,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pere Ubu,
The Trojans,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sonny Sharrock,
Stiv Bators,
The Toasters,
The Misunderstood,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nico,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Pretty Things,
Lindisfarne,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Masters at Work,
Rekid,
Shoche,
Jandek,
Joey Negro,
Brothers Johnson,
Hashim,
Swell Maps,
The Electric Prunes,
Jeff Lynne,
Flamin' Groovies,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.