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 Tajikistan and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Madrid.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Johnny Osbourne to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Angry Samoans,
Colin Newman,
Clear Light,
DJ Style,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eddi Front,
Excepter,
Pantaleimon,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Bar-Kays,
Scott Walker,
Hasil Adkins,
Metal Thangz,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Crooked Eye,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Whodini,
Kenny Larkin,
Smog,
Nico,
James White and The Blacks,
A Certain Ratio,
Lightning Bolt,
Skaos,
Brothers Johnson,
Sonic Youth,
Derrick May,
The Litter,
The Searchers,
Avey Tare,
The Angels of Light,
Fela Kuti,
Dark Day,
Scion,
Lebanon Hanover,
Television,
Alison Limerick,
Patti Smith,
Deadbeat,
The Monks,
Spoonie Gee,
Eve St. Jones,
The Vogues,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ultimate Spinach,
Au Pairs,
Rosa Yemen,
Lakeside,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
ABC,
Ice-T,
The Martian,
Jandek,
Ludus,
Wally Richardson,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.