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 Belize and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Franke,
In Retrospect,
Ken Boothe,
Shuggie Otis,
Nas,
The Invisible,
Andrew Hill,
Jeff Lynne,
Babytalk,
Letta Mbulu,
Joensuu 1685,
Cheater Slicks,
Reuben Wilson,
The Last Poets,
Lakeside,
Radiohead,
Derrick May,
Icehouse,
Flipper,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Grey Daturas,
Robert Görl,
Suicide,
Matthew Halsall,
Sex Pistols,
Fugazi,
Jandek,
Bluetip,
Faust,
Joe Smooth,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Henry Cow,
Bad Manners,
8 Eyed Spy,
Unwound,
MDC,
Soul Sonic Force,
Chris Corsano,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Electric Prunes,
DNA,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Victims,
The Monochrome Set,
Excepter,
CMW,
Gregory Isaacs,
Unrelated Segments,
Oblivians,
Arcadia,
Japan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Theoretical Girls,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Fall,
Lyres,
Lungfish,
Patti Smith,
Inner City,
Nico,
Gil Scott Heron,
Judy Mowatt,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.