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 Portugal and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Rites of Spring to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Hot Snakes,
Trumans Water,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Dirtbombs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Andrew Hill,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
June of 44,
Maleditus Sound,
Nico,
Joe Finger,
The Invisible,
Anthony Braxton,
T.S.O.L.,
David Axelrod,
Clear Light,
Public Enemy,
Reuben Wilson,
Lakeside,
Fat Boys,
Rufus Thomas,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Glambeats Corp.,
China Crisis,
Avey Tare,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Stockholm Monsters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Arcadia,
Isaac Hayes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Technova,
Don Cherry,
The J.B.'s,
Ultimate Spinach,
Robert Wyatt,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Delta 5,
MC5,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kerri Chandler,
Erykah Badu,
Juan Atkins,
Porter Ricks,
Youth Brigade,
The Beau Brummels,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Godley & Creme,
Oblivians,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
John Holt,
Jeff Mills,
Sight & Sound,
Connie Case,
Robert Görl,
Absolute Body Control,
Zapp,
Jacques Brel,
Mandrill,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.