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 Cape Verde and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Philadelphia.
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 Michael McDonald 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 Buzzcocks to the dance 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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord 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 linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Nils Olav,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Cowsills,
The Human League,
Grandmaster Flash,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sixth Finger,
X-Ray Spex,
The Star Department,
Mary Jane Girls,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Fugs,
Tears for Fears,
Danielle Patucci,
Y Pants,
Deepchord,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Andrew Hill,
Simply Red,
Althea and Donna,
The Raincoats,
Crime,
The Divine Comedy,
The Happenings,
Harry Pussy,
The Black Dice,
Junior Murvin,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Michelle Simonal,
Animal Collective,
Bush Tetras,
The Alarm Clocks,
Alphaville,
Leonard Cohen,
New York Dolls,
The Searchers,
Lou Christie,
The Move,
Al Stewart,
Pole,
Au Pairs,
Adolescents,
Peter & Gordon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Negative Approach,
Alton Ellis,
Nas,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Victims,
The Litter,
JFA,
Liliput,
Gang Green,
Janne Schatter,
Derrick May,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bluetip,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.