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 Korea North and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lille.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
The Motions,
Magazine,
Bobby Womack,
Country Teasers,
Masters at Work,
Make Up,
Essential Logic,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Max Romeo,
Deepchord,
Bauhaus,
Brick,
June of 44,
China Crisis,
Circle Jerks,
Throbbing Gristle,
KRS-One,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Minny Pops,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Hardrive,
Letta Mbulu,
Tubeway Army,
The Star Department,
Silicon Teens,
Das Ding,
This Heat,
Curtis Mayfield,
Aswad,
Wasted Youth,
The Smiths,
R.M.O.,
Marshall Jefferson,
Howard Jones,
Little Man,
Barry Ungar,
Lindisfarne,
Pylon,
Andrew Hill,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tropical Tobacco,
Marmalade,
The American Breed,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mr. Review,
LL Cool J,
Cabaret Voltaire,
DJ Sneak,
Quantec,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rakim,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Brothers Johnson,
The Grass Roots,
Sight & Sound,
Franke,
Maurizio,
The J.B.'s,
PIL,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.