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 Israel and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Jeff Mills to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 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 harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Moebius,
Subhumans,
Surgeon,
10cc,
Blossom Toes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The J.B.'s,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gabor Szabo,
Magma,
Khruangbin,
Letta Mbulu,
Michelle Simonal,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fela Kuti,
Joe Finger,
The Pretty Things,
Amazonics,
The New Christs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Maurizio,
Hasil Adkins,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Barry Ungar,
The Raincoats,
The Star Department,
Sonic Youth,
The United States of America,
Bobby Womack,
Ultra Naté,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Todd Terry,
Bobby Hutcherson,
In Retrospect,
Dual Sessions,
LL Cool J,
The Vogues,
EPMD,
Babytalk,
One Last Wish,
La Düsseldorf,
Los Fastidios,
June Days,
China Crisis,
Gastr Del Sol,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kurtis Blow,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Marvin Gaye,
John Foxx,
The Electric Prunes,
UT,
Bob Dylan,
The Wake,
Thee Headcoats,
The Moody Blues,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Newcleus,
Leonard Cohen,
Crooked Eye,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.