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 Liberia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 New Age Steppers to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
The Knickerbockers,
The Dead C,
James White and The Blacks,
The Music Machine,
The Mojo Men,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
OOIOO,
Rites of Spring,
Bobby Byrd,
Moby Grape,
Cybotron,
Blake Baxter,
Jerry's Kids,
Metal Thangz,
Moss Icon,
Depeche Mode,
The Star Department,
World's Most,
Siglo XX,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
David Bowie,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Joe Finger,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
June Days,
Idris Muhammad,
48th St. Collective,
Kurtis Blow,
David McCallum,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cymande,
The Fuzztones,
The Last Poets,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Monks,
Cal Tjader,
Aural Exciters,
The Offenders,
Black Pus,
Subhumans,
Zero Boys,
Rosa Yemen,
Drexciya,
Harry Pussy,
The Slits,
Model 500,
Anakelly,
Wings,
The Electric Prunes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Aswad,
the Human League,
Terrestrial Tones,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Smog,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bush Tetras,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.