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 Portugal and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manchester.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the marimba 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 Country Teasers to the disco 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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Cluster,
Rites of Spring,
Lightning Bolt,
Arthur Verocai,
Nils Olav,
Jacob Miller,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Robert Wyatt,
MC5,
Bill Near,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Reuben Wilson,
Tropical Tobacco,
Zapp,
E-Dancer,
The Zeros,
Grandmaster Flash,
Albert Ayler,
The Gladiators,
The Toasters,
The Motions,
The Doors,
Spoonie Gee,
Stockholm Monsters,
Stereo Dub,
Banda Bassotti,
Magma,
Amon Düül,
Black Bananas,
Amazonics,
Dennis Brown,
Section 25,
the Slits,
Roxy Music,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Josef K,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Quando Quango,
Icehouse,
The Move,
Donny Hathaway,
The Detroit Cobras,
Wally Richardson,
Minnie Riperton,
Soft Cell,
Gang Starr,
Crooked Eye,
Royal Trux,
Ronan,
Sandy B,
Black Moon,
Television Personalities,
Grauzone,
Joe Finger,
Drexciya,
Yellowson,
The Dirtbombs,
Agitation Free,
Sarah Menescal,
The Martian,
Dead Boys,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.