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 Kenya and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 EPMD to the electroclash 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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
AZ,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Brothers Johnson,
Morten Harket,
Livin' Joy,
Carl Craig,
The Alarm Clocks,
Swell Maps,
LL Cool J,
Spandau Ballet,
Idris Muhammad,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lou Reed,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Aswad,
Patti Smith,
David McCallum,
Minutemen,
The Wake,
The Mummies,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Black Dice,
Supertramp,
Ronan,
John Cale,
Cal Tjader,
Iggy Pop,
Kurtis Blow,
FM Einheit,
Eric Copeland,
Loose Ends,
Barry Ungar,
Scientists,
Scrapy,
Brass Construction,
Main Source,
Neu!,
The Fortunes,
Mandrill,
Derrick Morgan,
Donald Byrd,
Vladislav Delay,
The Detroit Cobras,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bobby Womack,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Real Kids,
Babytalk,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
T.S.O.L.,
Bob Dylan,
Flash Fearless,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eric B and Rakim,
Wally Richardson,
Pierre Henry,
Tommy Roe,
Blake Baxter,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.