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 Nepal and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 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 Gang Starr to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Unrelated Segments,
Scientists,
Lungfish,
Sam Rivers,
Nik Kershaw,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Slits,
Patti Smith,
Prince Buster,
The Beau Brummels,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Absolute Body Control,
New York Dolls,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Dirtbombs,
The Index,
Quantec,
The Neon Judgement,
Parry Music,
Motorama,
Popol Vuh,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Angry Samoans,
Gichy Dan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Human League,
Liliput,
Eddi Front,
Essential Logic,
Mo-Dettes,
Procol Harum,
Minutemen,
Pantaleimon,
Kevin Saunderson,
Marshall Jefferson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Stereo Dub,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
H. Thieme,
Chris Corsano,
The Blues Magoos,
Brass Construction,
Skriet,
Average White Band,
Banda Bassotti,
Joe Finger,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Toni Rubio,
Radiohead,
Harmonia,
Tres Demented,
Y Pants,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sugar Minott,
Section 25,
Eric Copeland,
Newcleus,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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You don't know what you really want.
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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.