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 Azerbaijan and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Taipei.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer 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 spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Crooked Eye,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Music Machine,
Bill Near,
Lou Reed,
The Angels of Light,
Smog,
Tears for Fears,
T. Rex,
Lightning Bolt,
Symarip,
Au Pairs,
The Real Kids,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lebanon Hanover,
Aaron Thompson,
Liliput,
Animal Collective,
Camouflage,
Sixth Finger,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nas,
Procol Harum,
Rites of Spring,
Crash Course in Science,
Quadrant,
Brand Nubian,
Jesper Dahlback,
Prince Buster,
Agent Orange,
Black Sheep,
Moebius,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Gap Band,
Main Source,
Terry Callier,
Eve St. Jones,
Basic Channel,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Niagra,
New Age Steppers,
Porter Ricks,
Schoolly D,
Don Cherry,
Roxette,
The Divine Comedy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Laurel Aitken,
The Pop Group,
Von Mondo,
This Heat,
These Immortal Souls,
Faust,
The Flesh Eaters,
T.S.O.L.,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.