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 Serbia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Rakim to the electroclash 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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
JFA,
Bobby Womack,
Guru Guru,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jacob Miller,
Ice-T,
Y Pants,
Lou Christie,
The Remains,
Dave Gahan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tommy Roe,
EPMD,
Soul II Soul,
Tears for Fears,
Jacques Brel,
Rosa Yemen,
Matthew Halsall,
Tubeway Army,
Ponytail,
One Last Wish,
Slick Rick,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tres Demented,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Brothers Johnson,
X-Ray Spex,
Toni Rubio,
The Litter,
Vainqueur,
Arab on Radar,
Zapp,
UT,
Peter & Gordon,
Groovy Waters,
Byron Stingily,
the Normal,
Gang Green,
Aural Exciters,
the Human League,
Scan 7,
Glambeats Corp.,
Delon & Dalcan,
Youth Brigade,
Alphaville,
Khruangbin,
R.M.O.,
Joyce Sims,
Gang Starr,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ronan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lower 48,
Yaz,
Excepter,
New York Dolls,
Lightning Bolt,
Porter Ricks,
The American Breed,
Danielle Patucci,
Nation of Ulysses,
Todd Terry,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.