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 Israel and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 linndrum 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 Kevin Saunderson to the rock 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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rapeman,
Nirvana,
The New Christs,
Q65,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Moody Blues,
Ituana,
Oneida,
Sun Ra,
Dead Boys,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Main Source,
Vladislav Delay,
Crime,
Derrick May,
Negative Approach,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Hoover,
Country Teasers,
Ice-T,
The Angels of Light,
Radiohead,
Eli Mardock,
Aural Exciters,
the Swans,
The Saints,
Eddi Front,
Slick Rick,
The Detroit Cobras,
Make Up,
Donald Byrd,
Laurel Aitken,
Qualms,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Fugs,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Skatalites,
Groovy Waters,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Japan,
Kerri Chandler,
Basic Channel,
Man Parrish,
Flash Fearless,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Bar-Kays,
Lower 48,
10cc,
Crooked Eye,
Ponytail,
Motorama,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Terry Callier,
Wire,
Johnny Osbourne,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.