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 Kyrgyzstan and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Vladislav Delay to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
The Shadows of Knight,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jesper Dahlback,
Minutemen,
Mr. Review,
Hoover,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Flash Fearless,
Metal Thangz,
T.S.O.L.,
La Düsseldorf,
Bluetip,
Kayak,
Sound Behaviour,
Royal Trux,
The Standells,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Gories,
Soul II Soul,
Pussy Galore,
Ronan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
DJ Style,
Anthony Braxton,
The Star Department,
Jimmy McGriff,
a-ha,
Matthew Halsall,
Danielle Patucci,
Derrick May,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lucky Dragons,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mandrill,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Blossom Toes,
Electric Prunes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fad Gadget,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cymande,
Can,
Erykah Badu,
Siglo XX,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nation of Ulysses,
Slick Rick,
Warren Ellis,
X-101,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eli Mardock,
Lyres,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Scion,
Charles Mingus,
Peter & Gordon,
Gang Starr,
Camberwell Now,
The Cowsills,
The Happenings,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.