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 Namibia and from London.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Accra.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Glenn Branca to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mars,
Moebius,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nick Fraelich,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Arab on Radar,
Darondo,
Black Bananas,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tom Boy,
The Red Krayola,
Smog,
Livin' Joy,
New York Dolls,
Motorama,
The Dirtbombs,
The Sound,
Rapeman,
Roy Ayers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Whodini,
Das Ding,
The Barracudas,
Tropical Tobacco,
Nirvana,
Depeche Mode,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tommy Roe,
H. Thieme,
Harry Pussy,
Liliput,
Skriet,
Donald Byrd,
The Dead C,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Slits,
The Birthday Party,
Kaleidoscope,
Sandy B,
Jawbox,
Girls At Our Best!,
Schoolly D,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
X-101,
Godley & Creme,
Bad Manners,
The Pretty Things,
Flamin' Groovies,
Agent Orange,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Sonics,
Malaria!,
Connie Case,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Oblivians,
Brand Nubian,
Khruangbin,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.