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 Liechtenstein 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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 F. McDonald to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Nick Fraelich,
The Walker Brothers,
Groovy Waters,
Black Flag,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Doobie Brothers,
Donald Byrd,
Amazonics,
Porter Ricks,
Khruangbin,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Livin' Joy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
X-101,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Goldenarms,
Popol Vuh,
Section 25,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Qualms,
Monks,
Mr. Review,
Chris & Cosey,
The Selecter,
Soft Cell,
Kool Moe Dee,
K-Klass,
Lalo Schifrin,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Scan 7,
the Swans,
Negative Approach,
Bill Wells,
Con Funk Shun,
The Angels of Light,
UT,
Davy DMX,
Gang Green,
John Coltrane,
Bob Dylan,
Piero Umiliani,
Wings,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cal Tjader,
Marvin Gaye,
Main Source,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
U.S. Maple,
Traffic Nightmare,
Half Japanese,
Fluxion,
One Last Wish,
Maleditus Sound,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
L. Decosne,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.