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 Korea South and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 theremin 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Ultimate Spinach,
Banda Bassotti,
Delta 5,
Lower 48,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kayak,
The Motions,
Malaria!,
The Gories,
MDC,
June of 44,
Little Man,
Boogie Down Productions,
Technova,
Donald Byrd,
Eve St. Jones,
Patti Smith,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Bar-Kays,
Main Source,
Fatback Band,
Funky Four + One,
Unrelated Segments,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sandy B,
Moby Grape,
T. Rex,
Brass Construction,
Make Up,
The Toasters,
Cymande,
Absolute Body Control,
Letta Mbulu,
Sun City Girls,
Neil Young,
Josef K,
The Leaves,
The Smoke,
Delon & Dalcan,
Iggy Pop,
These Immortal Souls,
Bauhaus,
The Blackbyrds,
The Fugs,
Ponytail,
John Cale,
Ultra Naté,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Zeros,
The Busters,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Monks,
Suburban Knight,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Wasted Youth,
Siglo XX,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
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.