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 Sierra Leone and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the grime 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 The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mad Mike,
Matthew Halsall,
New York Dolls,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Walker Brothers,
The Vogues,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Unwound,
The Last Poets,
Nik Kershaw,
Kayak,
Bobby Byrd,
The Gap Band,
The Moody Blues,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Soft Cell,
The Angels of Light,
Stockholm Monsters,
Accadde A,
Schoolly D,
Jacques Brel,
Gil Scott Heron,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Carl Craig,
This Heat,
Idris Muhammad,
Zero Boys,
Fad Gadget,
Second Layer,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Crime,
Pierre Henry,
Marcia Griffiths,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Chrome,
Marc Almond,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Amazonics,
Chris & Cosey,
Byron Stingily,
Wasted Youth,
Joe Finger,
The Move,
Agitation Free,
The Fall,
Alton Ellis,
The Trojans,
The Mojo Men,
The Blues Magoos,
Donald Byrd,
The Real Kids,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Toni Rubio,
Shuggie Otis,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Magazine,
Leonard Cohen,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.