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 Sierra Leone and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Carl Craig to the grunge 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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
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,
Isaac Hayes,
Sixth Finger,
Skriet,
Quando Quango,
The Durutti Column,
The Sisters of Mercy,
ABBA,
The Young Rascals,
The Cramps,
T. Rex,
Amon Düül,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gabor Szabo,
Bill Near,
Robert Hood,
Crash Course in Science,
Charles Mingus,
Sun City Girls,
Cameo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Funky Four + One,
David McCallum,
Eli Mardock,
KRS-One,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Oblivians,
Livin' Joy,
The Red Krayola,
Drive Like Jehu,
DJ Style,
Parry Music,
The Wake,
Fugazi,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sight & Sound,
Al Stewart,
Basic Channel,
The Fortunes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Interpol,
Peter and Kerry,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Wasted Youth,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bob Dylan,
Kayak,
Silicon Teens,
PIL,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jerry's Kids,
The Associates,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Alice Coltrane,
Animal Collective,
Lalo Schifrin,
Technova,
Monolake,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.