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 Sri Lanka and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Portland.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the dance 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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Tom Boy,
The Birthday Party,
Roy Ayers,
La Düsseldorf,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ornette Coleman,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Con Funk Shun,
B.T. Express,
These Immortal Souls,
Quadrant,
Ultravox,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Skatalites,
Jeff Mills,
Marine Girls,
Matthew Bourne,
One Last Wish,
X-101,
Tres Demented,
Khruangbin,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tim Buckley,
Schoolly D,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Cramps,
Cheater Slicks,
June Days,
Moss Icon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Moleskins,
D'Angelo,
Glenn Branca,
Ituana,
Tropical Tobacco,
Organ,
Absolute Body Control,
The Sonics,
The Last Poets,
Jandek,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Spoonie Gee,
Can,
Crime,
Alton Ellis,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Robert Wyatt,
Nick Fraelich,
The Offenders,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Index,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Althea and Donna,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pierre Henry,
The Remains,
The Pretty Things,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.