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 Angola and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Fluxion to the rock 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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Subhumans,
Joensuu 1685,
The Trojans,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Marc Almond,
Sällskapet,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Invisible,
The Misunderstood,
The Dead C,
Urselle,
Adolescents,
Bad Manners,
The Grass Roots,
Be Bop Deluxe,
ABC,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
T.S.O.L.,
Nico,
Arcadia,
Public Enemy,
Bobby Womack,
Heaven 17,
The United States of America,
Little Man,
Henry Cow,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tropical Tobacco,
Trumans Water,
Kerri Chandler,
Terry Callier,
Moby Grape,
The Knickerbockers,
Pylon,
Lalann,
Essential Logic,
Zero Boys,
Youth Brigade,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Joy Division,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
New York Dolls,
ABBA,
Anthony Braxton,
Mandrill,
Absolute Body Control,
Fear,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nirvana,
The Leaves,
OOIOO,
Wally Richardson,
Soft Machine,
Jimmy McGriff,
Country Joe & The Fish,
FM Einheit,
Surgeon,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.