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 Kazakhstan and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Names to the disco 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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Warren Ellis,
Sandy B,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kaleidoscope,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cal Tjader,
The American Breed,
Sarah Menescal,
Reagan Youth,
Popol Vuh,
Mark Hollis,
KRS-One,
Thee Headcoats,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jeru the Damaja,
Chris Corsano,
Cameo,
Lightning Bolt,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Roxy Music,
The Doors,
Lakeside,
Eli Mardock,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Dave Clark Five,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Sonics,
Swans,
Neil Young,
Y Pants,
T.S.O.L.,
The Vogues,
Ossler,
Black Bananas,
Rhythm & Sound,
Carl Craig,
The Associates,
Soul II Soul,
Talk Talk,
The Fugs,
Susan Cadogan,
Colin Newman,
Procol Harum,
Mandrill,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bush Tetras,
Monolake,
The Electric Prunes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cecil Taylor,
Infiniti,
Index,
The Gladiators,
The Pretty Things,
Terry Callier,
Flash Fearless,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.