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 Malawi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the 808 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 X-101 to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Fad Gadget,
Joensuu 1685,
The Residents,
The Grass Roots,
Oblivians,
Arcadia,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Sonics,
Intrusion,
Charles Mingus,
Average White Band,
Amon Düül,
Depeche Mode,
Dark Day,
Terrestrial Tones,
Suburban Knight,
Gastr Del Sol,
Marmalade,
Harry Pussy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rod Modell,
World's Most,
Boredoms,
Lou Christie,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mission of Burma,
Wally Richardson,
China Crisis,
Danielle Patucci,
Derrick May,
Susan Cadogan,
Minor Threat,
Heaven 17,
Yusef Lateef,
Smog,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Maurizio,
cv313,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kurtis Blow,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Mummies,
The Gap Band,
Bobby Byrd,
Moby Grape,
Throbbing Gristle,
Q and Not U,
Cecil Taylor,
The Modern Lovers,
Eve St. Jones,
David Bowie,
Colin Newman,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Fania All-Stars,
Wasted Youth,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sonny Sharrock,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Reagan Youth,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.