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 Pakistan and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 The Sound to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
New Order,
Boogie Down Productions,
Dual Sessions,
Delta 5,
DNA,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Buckinghams,
Dawn Penn,
Henry Cow,
Pussy Galore,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Oneida,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pulsallama,
Agent Orange,
Deepchord,
Easy Going,
Ponytail,
New York Dolls,
June of 44,
Lou Christie,
Amon Düül,
Eve St. Jones,
Brick,
Robert Görl,
Laurel Aitken,
Y Pants,
Subhumans,
Camouflage,
The New Christs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Marvin Gaye,
Intrusion,
John Holt,
LL Cool J,
Make Up,
Cybotron,
The Busters,
Joensuu 1685,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Suicide,
Toni Rubio,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kurtis Blow,
Rufus Thomas,
Audionom,
Funkadelic,
Funky Four + One,
Radiopuhelimet,
Cameo,
Tubeway Army,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lungfish,
The Mojo Men,
Kayak,
James White and The Blacks,
Pagans,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.