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 Cyprus and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 rhodes 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 Pharoah Sanders to the funk 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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kas Product,
Tubeway Army,
Shoche,
Camouflage,
Joey Negro,
Icehouse,
Hashim,
Eden Ahbez,
Soul Sonic Force,
Siglo XX,
Outsiders,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ituana,
Rites of Spring,
Lou Reed,
The Golliwogs,
Model 500,
Funky Four + One,
The Mummies,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dave Gahan,
Minutemen,
Althea and Donna,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Interpol,
The Star Department,
Pierre Henry,
Mad Mike,
10cc,
New Order,
Sixth Finger,
Rufus Thomas,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Black Pus,
DNA,
Godley & Creme,
The Monks,
Ultra Naté,
Ornette Coleman,
Warsaw,
Brick,
Eric Copeland,
Oneida,
The Young Rascals,
Hardrive,
Rosa Yemen,
Scan 7,
Don Cherry,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Au Pairs,
Quando Quango,
The Black Dice,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sandy B,
Carl Craig,
Chris & Cosey,
The Dirtbombs,
Smog,
Bang On A Can,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.