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 Belize and from Madrid.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the 808 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 June of 44 to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Skarface,
Aural Exciters,
Public Enemy,
Davy DMX,
Glenn Branca,
DJ Style,
Minny Pops,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gerry Rafferty,
Index,
Don Cherry,
Rufus Thomas,
Animal Collective,
Kaleidoscope,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Thompson Twins,
The Black Dice,
Black Flag,
Mars,
The Knickerbockers,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Grass Roots,
Leonard Cohen,
Eric B and Rakim,
Outsiders,
Minor Threat,
Vainqueur,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nirvana,
Tropical Tobacco,
Erasure,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
New Age Steppers,
FM Einheit,
Sixth Finger,
Grey Daturas,
Pulsallama,
Ultimate Spinach,
Alphaville,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Von Mondo,
The Monks,
Talk Talk,
Bootsy Collins,
Barry Ungar,
Warren Ellis,
Nik Kershaw,
Faust,
Unwound,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Swans,
Interpol,
Technova,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Massinfluence,
Gabor Szabo,
Ossler,
Flamin' Groovies,
Shuggie Otis,
Camberwell Now,
Porter Ricks,
Easy Going,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.