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 Turkmenistan and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Pantytec 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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Blossom Toes,
Surgeon,
Bobby Womack,
La Düsseldorf,
The Toasters,
Arthur Verocai,
Unrelated Segments,
Robert Hood,
Model 500,
Max Romeo,
Magma,
Skarface,
Vladislav Delay,
Kaleidoscope,
Cybotron,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Pretty Things,
Cal Tjader,
Fatback Band,
Warsaw,
Delta 5,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Alton Ellis,
Oblivians,
The Velvet Underground,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Outsiders,
Fluxion,
The Skatalites,
The Gladiators,
Prince Buster,
Symarip,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Amon Düül,
Ken Boothe,
Bill Near,
Loose Ends,
R.M.O.,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Star Department,
Silicon Teens,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Detroit Cobras,
Funkadelic,
The Sonics,
Section 25,
Sun City Girls,
The Music Machine,
John Holt,
Skaos,
Neu!,
The Five Americans,
T. Rex,
Sex Pistols,
The Misunderstood,
Mars,
The Fuzztones,
The Barracudas,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Minutemen,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.