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 East Timor and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Shoche 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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
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,
the Human League,
Soul Sonic Force,
Stetsasonic,
Kerrie Biddell,
Neil Young,
Pussy Galore,
Zero Boys,
Lalann,
The Fugs,
John Coltrane,
Traffic Nightmare,
Q and Not U,
Ohio Players,
Man Eating Sloth,
Brand Nubian,
Franke,
Drexciya,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kaleidoscope,
Eric Dolphy,
Clear Light,
Marvin Gaye,
AZ,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Angry Samoans,
Ponytail,
Pylon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
kango's stein massive,
Robert Görl,
Y Pants,
Freddie Wadling,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
One Last Wish,
Oneida,
The Dirtbombs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pet Shop Boys,
Josef K,
John Cale,
OOIOO,
Yaz,
Pantytec,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kerri Chandler,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
New York Dolls,
Make Up,
Con Funk Shun,
the Sonics,
Television,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Residents,
Letta Mbulu,
Minny Pops,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Agitation Free,
Gong,
Judy Mowatt,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.