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 Guinea-Bissau and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Ten City,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ultra Naté,
Terry Callier,
DJ Style,
Chris & Cosey,
Magma,
Judy Mowatt,
The Skatalites,
Porter Ricks,
Nick Fraelich,
Rapeman,
Scan 7,
Colin Newman,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Pretty Things,
Q65,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bauhaus,
Boredoms,
the Normal,
Lalann,
New Order,
Shoche,
Buzzcocks,
Isaac Hayes,
Nico,
48th St. Collective,
The Fugs,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Searchers,
The Kinks,
Lakeside,
The Trojans,
Barbara Tucker,
Parry Music,
Niagra,
Schoolly D,
The Walker Brothers,
The Music Machine,
the Germs,
Blake Baxter,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
David Axelrod,
Adolescents,
Khruangbin,
Deakin,
Rod Modell,
Henry Cow,
Duran Duran,
Prince Buster,
Royal Trux,
Subhumans,
Scott Walker,
the Fania All-Stars,
Anakelly,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.