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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 linndrum 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 Avey Tare to the funk 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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ornette Coleman,
JFA,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Barracudas,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tim Buckley,
DNA,
Alton Ellis,
Index,
DJ Style,
Malaria!,
Eden Ahbez,
Black Pus,
Ice-T,
Crash Course in Science,
Thompson Twins,
The United States of America,
Wasted Youth,
Ohio Players,
Con Funk Shun,
Moss Icon,
Drexciya,
Make Up,
The Invisible,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Crispian St. Peters,
Television Personalities,
Boredoms,
K-Klass,
The Martian,
Audionom,
Boz Scaggs,
Eurythmics,
Brand Nubian,
Simply Red,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Leonard Cohen,
The Searchers,
Joe Smooth,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Selecter,
The Gories,
Arthur Verocai,
Rakim,
Quando Quango,
Joe Finger,
Lyres,
Dual Sessions,
Urselle,
Goldenarms,
World's Most,
AZ,
Minny Pops,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.