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 Ecuador and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the grunge 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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
The Tremeloes,
Lindisfarne,
PIL,
Dennis Brown,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pussy Galore,
48th St. Collective,
Minor Threat,
New Order,
Don Cherry,
The Saints,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Association,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Toasters,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Magazine,
Groovy Waters,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cecil Taylor,
Monolake,
Flipper,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ornette Coleman,
David Bowie,
The Skatalites,
Goldenarms,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Monks,
Au Pairs,
Warsaw,
Index,
Fat Boys,
Fluxion,
Gichy Dan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Josef K,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jesper Dahlback,
Crime,
The Moleskins,
Harry Pussy,
Ludus,
Easy Going,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Steve Hackett,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
MC5,
Supertramp,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Associates,
Average White Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
Crispy Ambulance,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Monochrome Set,
Kurtis Blow,
The Divine Comedy,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.