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 Guinea-Bissau and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 theremin 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 The Trojans to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Kas Product,
Nick Fraelich,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gerry Rafferty,
Arthur Verocai,
Siglo XX,
The Fire Engines,
Warren Ellis,
Aswad,
The Young Rascals,
Bobby Hutcherson,
David Bowie,
Barrington Levy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Seeds,
Charles Mingus,
Dave Gahan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Avey Tare,
Matthew Halsall,
The Kinks,
Bobby Womack,
Ronan,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pylon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dawn Penn,
Delta 5,
Junior Murvin,
Stereo Dub,
Maleditus Sound,
The Red Krayola,
Con Funk Shun,
Blossom Toes,
In Retrospect,
F. McDonald,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Trumans Water,
Josef K,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Busters,
FM Einheit,
Gastr Del Sol,
a-ha,
The Velvet Underground,
Altered Images,
Lower 48,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Mojo Men,
Bad Manners,
Todd Terry,
Lucky Dragons,
Ultra Naté,
The Smoke,
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Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.