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 Russia and from London.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Mantronix to the jazz 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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity 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 linndrum and a mellotron 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 guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
The Star Department,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Shoche,
Half Japanese,
The Victims,
The Gories,
Moebius,
Kas Product,
Leonard Cohen,
The Fire Engines,
Andrew Hill,
Jeff Mills,
Jeff Lynne,
Quantec,
Quadrant,
Slick Rick,
Prince Buster,
Severed Heads,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fat Boys,
Fatback Band,
John Foxx,
Oblivians,
Subhumans,
Absolute Body Control,
Bush Tetras,
Unwound,
Skaos,
The Fuzztones,
The Saints,
Donny Hathaway,
Unrelated Segments,
Visage,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Barracudas,
Barbara Tucker,
Robert Wyatt,
Mantronix,
Nico,
The Fortunes,
The Knickerbockers,
Schoolly D,
Anthony Braxton,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Drive Like Jehu,
Michelle Simonal,
Marmalade,
Max Romeo,
Chris & Cosey,
Matthew Halsall,
Organ,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Doors,
Blossom Toes,
Infiniti,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rakim,
Frankie Knuckles,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.