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 Austria and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
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,
Cecil Taylor,
Nirvana,
Roger Hodgson,
Deepchord,
Derrick Morgan,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Victims,
Soul II Soul,
Joe Finger,
Bad Manners,
Vladislav Delay,
The Saints,
Harry Pussy,
Eurythmics,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Cure,
A Certain Ratio,
The Star Department,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Minutemen,
Altered Images,
Slick Rick,
Skriet,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lungfish,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rosa Yemen,
Essential Logic,
Hot Snakes,
Das Ding,
Black Moon,
AZ,
Todd Rundgren,
Iggy Pop,
Los Fastidios,
Black Sheep,
June of 44,
Junior Murvin,
Man Parrish,
Tres Demented,
T. Rex,
Maleditus Sound,
In Retrospect,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Leonard Cohen,
John Coltrane,
Schoolly D,
Nation of Ulysses,
U.S. Maple,
The Fall,
PIL,
Youth Brigade,
The Smiths,
Lyres,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Blackbyrds,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.