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 France and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the rap 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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
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,
Black Flag,
Barclay James Harvest,
Brass Construction,
The American Breed,
Dark Day,
Minnie Riperton,
Scratch Acid,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bluetip,
Nico,
Max Romeo,
The Barracudas,
Crime,
Bad Manners,
Magma,
Laurel Aitken,
The Raincoats,
Crooked Eye,
Q and Not U,
The Gories,
One Last Wish,
Bobby Sherman,
EPMD,
Excepter,
June of 44,
Gang Green,
Y Pants,
Skarface,
KRS-One,
CMW,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Moss Icon,
The Black Dice,
Public Image Ltd.,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Intrusion,
Buzzcocks,
Urselle,
Pantytec,
The Red Krayola,
New Order,
Bobby Byrd,
Audionom,
Flipper,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Porter Ricks,
Tommy Roe,
Second Layer,
Sunsets and Hearts,
H. Thieme,
Ossler,
Public Enemy,
Heaven 17,
Stereo Dub,
Hasil Adkins,
The Mojo Men,
The Birthday Party,
kango's stein massive,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Average White Band,
Television,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.