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 Turkey and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Jacob Miller to the rap 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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
The Pop Group,
Ultravox,
Aaron Thompson,
Scrapy,
Matthew Halsall,
Roxette,
Carl Craig,
Harry Pussy,
Desert Stars,
Reagan Youth,
Chris & Cosey,
Black Flag,
Max Romeo,
In Retrospect,
Joe Smooth,
The Grass Roots,
Joyce Sims,
The Star Department,
Reuben Wilson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Negative Approach,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eve St. Jones,
the Germs,
Gerry Rafferty,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Crooked Eye,
Minor Threat,
Delta 5,
Bill Wells,
Aswad,
Althea and Donna,
Crash Course in Science,
Barry Ungar,
Trumans Water,
Jeff Mills,
Sexual Harrassment,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
B.T. Express,
Echospace,
Cheater Slicks,
E-Dancer,
The Modern Lovers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
DJ Sneak,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bobby Byrd,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Move,
Ossler,
Yaz,
Traffic Nightmare,
Slick Rick,
The Sound,
Swell Maps,
Hoover,
Ice-T,
Robert Wyatt,
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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.
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.