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 Libya and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Moebius to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
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,
Lee Hazlewood,
Loose Ends,
Q65,
Lucky Dragons,
Robert Görl,
Harmonia,
Royal Trux,
Ash Ra Tempel,
8 Eyed Spy,
Dual Sessions,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Modern Lovers,
Scion,
Mr. Review,
Roger Hodgson,
the Association,
Black Bananas,
Dawn Penn,
the Human League,
Agent Orange,
The Buckinghams,
Brand Nubian,
Visage,
Youth Brigade,
The Real Kids,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Junior Murvin,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gichy Dan,
Tim Buckley,
Marc Almond,
Kool Moe Dee,
Frankie Knuckles,
PIL,
Alton Ellis,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Standells,
Bobby Sherman,
Cecil Taylor,
Iggy Pop,
Isaac Hayes,
Reagan Youth,
Avey Tare,
Robert Wyatt,
Arab on Radar,
Faraquet,
Duran Duran,
Thompson Twins,
Bobby Byrd,
World's Most,
The Mummies,
Severed Heads,
Janne Schatter,
Eddi Front,
Throbbing Gristle,
Al Stewart,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Human League,
Khruangbin,
Rod Modell,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.