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 Georgia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Piero Umiliani to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DeepChord presents Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Yellowson,
Prince Buster,
Sugar Minott,
Arcadia,
Bootsy Collins,
Tears for Fears,
Marvin Gaye,
Brass Construction,
Bauhaus,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Leonard Cohen,
Lungfish,
Wasted Youth,
Moby Grape,
Cybotron,
Robert Wyatt,
Newcleus,
Erasure,
The Zeros,
The Pretty Things,
Liliput,
Maleditus Sound,
Dennis Brown,
Cluster,
Bizarre Inc.,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Shuggie Otis,
Shoche,
Organ,
Panda Bear,
Lucky Dragons,
Public Enemy,
China Crisis,
Jacob Miller,
Bill Near,
Sun Ra,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Blossom Toes,
Pagans,
Bluetip,
The Saints,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
PIL,
The Cramps,
The Knickerbockers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pantytec,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sight & Sound,
ABBA,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bobby Byrd,
Ultravox,
Anakelly,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.