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 Niger and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manila.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Archie Shepp to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet 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 marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
A Certain Ratio,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Technova,
The Beau Brummels,
The Gap Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Inner City,
Suburban Knight,
Underground Resistance,
the Bar-Kays,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Los Fastidios,
Alison Limerick,
Barrington Levy,
Chris Corsano,
Animal Collective,
Skarface,
Wally Richardson,
Arcadia,
The Kinks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lalann,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Harry Pussy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Donald Byrd,
Ralphi Rosario,
L. Decosne,
The Motions,
The Cure,
Rites of Spring,
The American Breed,
Circle Jerks,
David McCallum,
Monolake,
Tears for Fears,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Parry Music,
Funky Four + One,
Alice Coltrane,
Groovy Waters,
The Techniques,
The Skatalites,
Thompson Twins,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ituana,
Matthew Bourne,
Tomorrow,
Mark Hollis,
Japan,
X-101,
Todd Terry,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Janne Schatter,
Make Up,
Rod Modell,
Soft Cell,
Radiopuhelimet,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.