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 Germany and from Calgary.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Fania All-Stars to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Procol Harum,
Soulsonic Force,
Mary Jane Girls,
Q65,
the Association,
Alice Coltrane,
Laurel Aitken,
Jimmy McGriff,
Monolake,
Aloha Tigers,
Stiv Bators,
Fad Gadget,
Archie Shepp,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Metal Thangz,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Fall,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
kango's stein massive,
Sarah Menescal,
T.S.O.L.,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nico,
Ten City,
China Crisis,
Ituana,
Bill Wells,
Mr. Review,
ABC,
Donny Hathaway,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Blackbyrds,
Althea and Donna,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Roxy Music,
Fat Boys,
Scientists,
Josef K,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Minor Threat,
Dark Day,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nation of Ulysses,
Barry Ungar,
Inner City,
Alton Ellis,
EPMD,
Cluster,
Television Personalities,
Smog,
The Sonics,
Thompson Twins,
Peter and Kerry,
X-102,
Mantronix,
Pole,
Black Sheep,
Jeff Mills,
Brass Construction,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.