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 Solomon Islands and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the punk 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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
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,
Nas,
The Invisible,
Subhumans,
Scratch Acid,
Prince Buster,
the Germs,
Ituana,
Matthew Bourne,
Colin Newman,
Lyres,
Unrelated Segments,
Blossom Toes,
Chrome,
Camberwell Now,
Royal Trux,
John Holt,
Gerry Rafferty,
Smog,
Carl Craig,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kurtis Blow,
Rekid,
Donald Byrd,
Dorothy Ashby,
Organ,
Wally Richardson,
Livin' Joy,
Infiniti,
Little Man,
Hasil Adkins,
The Searchers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Darondo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
ABBA,
X-102,
Susan Cadogan,
Lou Christie,
Funkadelic,
Crooked Eye,
The Cure,
Nation of Ulysses,
Q and Not U,
Parry Music,
Pagans,
Adolescents,
Roxy Music,
Tears for Fears,
The Barracudas,
Alton Ellis,
The Blues Magoos,
Steve Hackett,
Talk Talk,
Lalann,
Kenny Larkin,
Kool Moe Dee,
Swell Maps,
Depeche Mode,
Animal Collective,
The Beau Brummels,
Bang On A Can,
Tom Boy,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.