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 Spain and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Dual Sessions to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eve St. Jones,
Make Up,
Soulsonic Force,
Suicide,
Joey Negro,
Piero Umiliani,
Albert Ayler,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Qualms,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Peter and Kerry,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Blancmange,
The New Christs,
Television,
Steve Hackett,
Neil Young,
Vladislav Delay,
The Gap Band,
Todd Rundgren,
Kenny Larkin,
Colin Newman,
Sugar Minott,
Kas Product,
The Fall,
Saccharine Trust,
Robert Hood,
The Sisters of Mercy,
These Immortal Souls,
Echospace,
Iggy Pop,
Flamin' Groovies,
PIL,
Janne Schatter,
Ornette Coleman,
Deakin,
The Walker Brothers,
The Birthday Party,
The Trojans,
Swans,
Drive Like Jehu,
Deadbeat,
Young Marble Giants,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jacques Brel,
Unrelated Segments,
The Black Dice,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Con Funk Shun,
Amon Düül,
Oblivians,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Blues Magoos,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Idris Muhammad,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.