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 Ivory Coast and from Johannesburg.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and New York.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Wake to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Bad Manners,
The Monochrome Set,
FM Einheit,
Make Up,
Eric Dolphy,
LL Cool J,
Von Mondo,
Desert Stars,
The Residents,
Lou Christie,
Throbbing Gristle,
Alice Coltrane,
Byron Stingily,
The Techniques,
Soulsonic Force,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Gun Club,
U.S. Maple,
Moss Icon,
Can,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Zeros,
Al Stewart,
Monks,
The Music Machine,
Erykah Badu,
The Stooges,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Cramps,
Barbara Tucker,
Graham Central Station,
Alison Limerick,
the Slits,
Popol Vuh,
Bauhaus,
New Age Steppers,
Pylon,
The Flesh Eaters,
DJ Style,
Babytalk,
Camberwell Now,
Toni Rubio,
Outsiders,
The Saints,
Organ,
The Moleskins,
Gang of Four,
The Golliwogs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
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Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Faraquet,
Scan 7,
Cheater Slicks,
Surgeon,
Johnny Clarke,
The Neon Judgement,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lalo Schifrin,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Radiopuhelimet,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.