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 Samoa and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Wake to the rap 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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Young Marble Giants,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Minor Threat,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lebanon Hanover,
Howard Jones,
Marcia Griffiths,
Skaos,
Banda Bassotti,
The Count Five,
Mr. Review,
The Neon Judgement,
Connie Case,
ABC,
U.S. Maple,
Idris Muhammad,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Organ,
Monks,
Deakin,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Birthday Party,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Skarface,
Anthony Braxton,
Pet Shop Boys,
Babytalk,
Matthew Halsall,
Hot Snakes,
Davy DMX,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Names,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Grey Daturas,
Tommy Roe,
Gang Starr,
Arab on Radar,
Das Ding,
Sam Rivers,
Susan Cadogan,
The Invisible,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Wally Richardson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Black Moon,
Thompson Twins,
The Saints,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Kinks,
Crooked Eye,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
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Sister Nancy,
Eve St. Jones,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Hardrive,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.