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 Paraguay and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 China Crisis to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Wings,
Lightning Bolt,
Heaven 17,
The Fall,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
One Last Wish,
Jeru the Damaja,
Juan Atkins,
Aswad,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Skriet,
Pharoah Sanders,
Faraquet,
Hoover,
Throbbing Gristle,
Schoolly D,
The Skatalites,
The Five Americans,
Wolf Eyes,
Porter Ricks,
Crime,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sex Pistols,
Lou Reed,
Isaac Hayes,
Pulsallama,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gang of Four,
The Monks,
Unrelated Segments,
Intrusion,
The Fortunes,
Amazonics,
Pussy Galore,
Donald Byrd,
The Modern Lovers,
Gabor Szabo,
Letta Mbulu,
The Smoke,
Black Sheep,
The Moody Blues,
Freddie Wadling,
The Cowsills,
Camberwell Now,
Ponytail,
Von Mondo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gong,
Scrapy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Hasil Adkins,
Wally Richardson,
the Germs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Crooked Eye,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Busters,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.