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 Palau and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lou Reed to the grime 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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
The Gories,
The Litter,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
John Holt,
Minor Threat,
The Detroit Cobras,
Alison Limerick,
The New Christs,
Joensuu 1685,
Shoche,
The Real Kids,
Roxy Music,
Kenny Larkin,
Cameo,
A Certain Ratio,
Agent Orange,
Arab on Radar,
Skarface,
Trumans Water,
The Five Americans,
The Blues Magoos,
Pole,
Gregory Isaacs,
New Age Steppers,
Animal Collective,
Sonny Sharrock,
X-101,
Masters at Work,
Avey Tare,
Guru Guru,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Sound,
The Last Poets,
The Misunderstood,
Bobby Sherman,
Camouflage,
The Invisible,
Maleditus Sound,
Colin Newman,
Public Enemy,
Con Funk Shun,
Jeff Mills,
CMW,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Glambeats Corp.,
Angry Samoans,
Swell Maps,
Frankie Knuckles,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
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Soul II Soul,
Darondo,
Peter and Kerry,
Grey Daturas,
Tom Boy,
Radiohead,
Aswad,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.