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 New Zealand and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Camberwell Now to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Khruangbin,
Janne Schatter,
Todd Terry,
Neil Young,
Colin Newman,
Supertramp,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Guru Guru,
Al Stewart,
Anakelly,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Robert Wyatt,
Harmonia,
Television Personalities,
Carl Craig,
Surgeon,
Oblivians,
Outsiders,
The Wake,
Pere Ubu,
New Age Steppers,
Harry Pussy,
CMW,
The Motions,
Ken Boothe,
Gang of Four,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rufus Thomas,
The Gories,
Maleditus Sound,
The Blackbyrds,
Reagan Youth,
Johnny Osbourne,
Smog,
Agent Orange,
Lower 48,
The Associates,
The American Breed,
Cameo,
Terrestrial Tones,
Tom Boy,
Camouflage,
The Doors,
The Knickerbockers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Joe Finger,
Harpers Bizarre,
Byron Stingily,
Delon & Dalcan,
Amazonics,
Gichy Dan,
Gregory Isaacs,
Warsaw,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Groovy Waters,
Pole,
T. Rex,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.