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 Cape Verde and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Angels of Light to the grime 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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Suicide,
Pierre Henry,
Howard Jones,
Scientists,
The Standells,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Names,
Magazine,
Stockholm Monsters,
Susan Cadogan,
X-101,
Ohio Players,
Skarface,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Flipper,
Sun City Girls,
Neu!,
John Cale,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Motions,
Fear,
Bronski Beat,
Rites of Spring,
The Music Machine,
Crash Course in Science,
Wally Richardson,
Amon Düül II,
Chrome,
Ken Boothe,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Colin Newman,
Soul II Soul,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dual Sessions,
The Litter,
The Busters,
Deakin,
Dead Boys,
Aaron Thompson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Michelle Simonal,
Quando Quango,
Eric Dolphy,
Leonard Cohen,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
LL Cool J,
The Knickerbockers,
The Stooges,
Joey Negro,
Mark Hollis,
La Düsseldorf,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rekid,
E-Dancer,
The Techniques,
Roxy Music,
Funky Four + One,
Skaos,
Crooked Eye,
Royal Trux,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Human League,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.