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 Taiwan and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Joe Smooth to the rap 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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ 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 güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Lyres,
Guru Guru,
Gang Green,
Black Pus,
David Axelrod,
Bobby Sherman,
Stetsasonic,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Detroit Cobras,
Big Daddy Kane,
Stiv Bators,
Silicon Teens,
John Cale,
Alton Ellis,
Janne Schatter,
The Count Five,
Lou Reed,
Alphaville,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bang On A Can,
Qualms,
The Misunderstood,
the Bar-Kays,
Minor Threat,
Black Bananas,
Traffic Nightmare,
Grandmaster Flash,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Marcia Griffiths,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Blancmange,
FM Einheit,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Gories,
The Five Americans,
Aswad,
Fela Kuti,
Barbara Tucker,
Buzzcocks,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Soft Machine,
UT,
Marc Almond,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Busters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Los Fastidios,
Frankie Knuckles,
LL Cool J,
Tears for Fears,
Minnie Riperton,
H. Thieme,
Symarip,
Quando Quango,
Man Parrish,
Deepchord,
The Cure,
Robert Görl,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.