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 Burkina and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pulsallama to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
48th St. Collective,
The Slits,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Absolute Body Control,
Average White Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Easy Going,
Brothers Johnson,
The Zeros,
Ken Boothe,
Minor Threat,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Excepter,
the Swans,
Carl Craig,
Roxy Music,
Bob Dylan,
Connie Case,
Loose Ends,
Rhythm & Sound,
Chris Corsano,
Matthew Bourne,
the Association,
Severed Heads,
Ultravox,
Mo-Dettes,
Donny Hathaway,
the Human League,
Ponytail,
The Mojo Men,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Vogues,
Essential Logic,
Can,
Bill Wells,
Eurythmics,
June Days,
The Tremeloes,
Kas Product,
The Evens,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Chrome,
Kurtis Blow,
Zapp,
The Monochrome Set,
Niagra,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Section 25,
Little Man,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gichy Dan,
Procol Harum,
In Retrospect,
Public Image Ltd.,
Los Fastidios,
Chris & Cosey,
Bauhaus,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Agitation Free,
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.