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 Poland and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Taipei.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Alton Ellis to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Amazonics,
Joensuu 1685,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Chris & Cosey,
The Monks,
Jeff Mills,
Unrelated Segments,
Little Man,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Roy Ayers,
Camouflage,
Harry Pussy,
Kurtis Blow,
The Selecter,
Faust,
Gichy Dan,
Angry Samoans,
Inner City,
Rufus Thomas,
Intrusion,
Tim Buckley,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eric Dolphy,
The Neon Judgement,
Derrick Morgan,
Marc Almond,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Wolf Eyes,
K-Klass,
Matthew Halsall,
The Young Rascals,
Massinfluence,
Zero Boys,
David Bowie,
The Fortunes,
Aural Exciters,
Eli Mardock,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Reagan Youth,
Trumans Water,
Yaz,
The Invisible,
Oneida,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mandrill,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Mummies,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Robert Görl,
Malaria!,
Bronski Beat,
Nico,
Archie Shepp,
Shoche,
The Dead C,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tubeway Army,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.