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 Azerbaijan and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the jazz 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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiopuhelimet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Yellowson,
The Divine Comedy,
The Mummies,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Barracudas,
Mo-Dettes,
Eric Dolphy,
Swans,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jawbox,
Andrew Hill,
Fluxion,
Eve St. Jones,
Yusef Lateef,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Carl Craig,
Franke,
Stockholm Monsters,
Amon Düül II,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Wake,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
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The Evens,
Wasted Youth,
Prince Buster,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Von Mondo,
Sarah Menescal,
The Black Dice,
The Leaves,
Moby Grape,
Slave,
Das Ding,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rufus Thomas,
The Fugs,
The Music Machine,
Scion,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Blancmange,
Newcleus,
Mark Hollis,
Isaac Hayes,
Steve Hackett,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Zero Boys,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Soft Machine,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Raincoats,
Sällskapet,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ronan,
Maurizio,
Malaria!,
Robert Hood,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Little Man,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Silicon Teens,
Harpers Bizarre,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.