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 Finland and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pharoah Sanders 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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Quando Quango,
Wire,
Roxy Music,
Japan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Young Rascals,
Khruangbin,
Liliput,
Boz Scaggs,
Rakim,
Cluster,
Carl Craig,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Toasters,
Main Source,
ABBA,
Porter Ricks,
The Divine Comedy,
Royal Trux,
Ponytail,
Pet Shop Boys,
Chris Corsano,
Johnny Osbourne,
Magma,
Don Cherry,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
John Holt,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Robert Wyatt,
Duran Duran,
Motorama,
Eric B and Rakim,
Crime,
Funky Four + One,
Joyce Sims,
Lou Christie,
Kaleidoscope,
MC5,
Skarface,
Sparks,
Gabor Szabo,
Fatback Band,
Interpol,
Stetsasonic,
Buzzcocks,
Reuben Wilson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The J.B.'s,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Drive Like Jehu,
Man Parrish,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Chris & Cosey,
Technova,
Warren Ellis,
Grauzone,
cv313,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
You don't know what you really want.
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.