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 Cambodia and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the theremin 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 Boredoms to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
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,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Anthony Braxton,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Y Pants,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Q and Not U,
Tomorrow,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Raincoats,
The Grass Roots,
Fela Kuti,
The Evens,
Glenn Branca,
Saccharine Trust,
F. McDonald,
Yusef Lateef,
Moebius,
Schoolly D,
LL Cool J,
Stiv Bators,
Sound Behaviour,
Barrington Levy,
Infiniti,
Soft Cell,
Youth Brigade,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Hardrive,
Crooked Eye,
Sonny Sharrock,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Camouflage,
Tres Demented,
The Doobie Brothers,
Suicide,
Black Sheep,
Country Teasers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Electric Prunes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Al Stewart,
Technova,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lightning Bolt,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nirvana,
X-101,
La Düsseldorf,
Desert Stars,
Magazine,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bill Near,
Spandau Ballet,
Babytalk,
Monolake,
DJ Style,
Public Enemy,
Judy Mowatt,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sparks,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.