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 Taiwan and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Steve Hackett to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sällskapet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Aural Exciters,
Ohio Players,
Sex Pistols,
Henry Cow,
Roger Hodgson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eric Dolphy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The J.B.'s,
Glambeats Corp.,
Young Marble Giants,
Index,
Soft Cell,
Livin' Joy,
Barbara Tucker,
Procol Harum,
Little Man,
David Axelrod,
Mo-Dettes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Shuggie Otis,
Juan Atkins,
Gong,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Evens,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Delta 5,
The Alarm Clocks,
Davy DMX,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Roxy Music,
Minor Threat,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Joe Smooth,
The Misunderstood,
Patti Smith,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
T. Rex,
The Black Dice,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Avey Tare,
Lower 48,
Soul II Soul,
John Cale,
Alison Limerick,
Negative Approach,
Simply Red,
Gichy Dan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Fire Engines,
Lucky Dragons,
Erykah Badu,
Tears for Fears,
David McCallum,
The Fuzztones,
The Litter,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.