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 Oman and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Index to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks 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 spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Barry Ungar,
Cybotron,
Newcleus,
Kas Product,
Dawn Penn,
Letta Mbulu,
Dennis Brown,
Spoonie Gee,
Alison Limerick,
Lyres,
Goldenarms,
Qualms,
Hot Snakes,
The Dirtbombs,
Porter Ricks,
The Divine Comedy,
Blossom Toes,
D'Angelo,
Nick Fraelich,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sonic Youth,
Quando Quango,
China Crisis,
Siglo XX,
Faraquet,
10cc,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Slave,
The Doors,
Half Japanese,
Wally Richardson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Arab on Radar,
Malaria!,
Joe Smooth,
Flash Fearless,
Derrick May,
Yusef Lateef,
Joyce Sims,
Deepchord,
Khruangbin,
Jeff Mills,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Cramps,
Cal Tjader,
Ohio Players,
Laurel Aitken,
Drexciya,
Robert Görl,
Sparks,
Desert Stars,
Chrome,
DJ Sneak,
June of 44,
Eric B and Rakim,
Judy Mowatt,
Arthur Verocai,
Skriet,
Clear Light,
a-ha,
Delon & Dalcan,
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You don't know what you really want.
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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.