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 India and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Holger Czukay 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 Althea and Donna to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Babytalk,
Chris & Cosey,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Piero Umiliani,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Liliput,
The Kinks,
Yusef Lateef,
Bobby Womack,
Tim Buckley,
Barry Ungar,
Mark Hollis,
Radio Birdman,
The Five Americans,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The J.B.'s,
Don Cherry,
Surgeon,
Ultra Naté,
Ralphi Rosario,
Todd Rundgren,
The Slackers,
Aloha Tigers,
Sarah Menescal,
Simply Red,
48th St. Collective,
Laurel Aitken,
The Music Machine,
Toni Rubio,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
L. Decosne,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Brass Construction,
cv313,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
K-Klass,
The Neon Judgement,
The Sound,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rekid,
Cluster,
The Dead C,
Dawn Penn,
kango's stein massive,
Excepter,
Newcleus,
Symarip,
Lucky Dragons,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Porter Ricks,
Robert Wyatt,
Idris Muhammad,
One Last Wish,
Jacques Brel,
Skriet,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.