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 Lesotho and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 David Bowie 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 Davy DMX to the funk 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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Lakeside,
Bill Near,
Anakelly,
Roy Ayers,
Chris Corsano,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Television Personalities,
Don Cherry,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Infiniti,
Maurizio,
Dark Day,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Minnie Riperton,
Juan Atkins,
Moby Grape,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Camberwell Now,
The Associates,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
David Bowie,
Donny Hathaway,
Cybotron,
Reuben Wilson,
The Monks,
Alison Limerick,
Buzzcocks,
Rod Modell,
Iggy Pop,
Soul II Soul,
B.T. Express,
The Litter,
The Monochrome Set,
June of 44,
Pagans,
Dual Sessions,
Deepchord,
Derrick Morgan,
UT,
Joyce Sims,
Stockholm Monsters,
Suicide,
L. Decosne,
The Blues Magoos,
The Doors,
Rhythm & Sound,
Motorama,
Marine Girls,
Minutemen,
The Blackbyrds,
Pussy Galore,
Arcadia,
Main Source,
Arab on Radar,
Rites of Spring,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
These Immortal Souls,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Byron Stingily,
Radio Birdman,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.