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 Zimbabwe and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Terrestrial Tones to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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,
Suburban Knight,
The Buckinghams,
Gregory Isaacs,
Flamin' Groovies,
Slave,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Porter Ricks,
X-101,
Marmalade,
MC5,
The Invisible,
Soul Sonic Force,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Juan Atkins,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sonic Youth,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Minor Threat,
Kurtis Blow,
Kaleidoscope,
Scratch Acid,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Move,
Crash Course in Science,
Dennis Brown,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Excepter,
D'Angelo,
Cecil Taylor,
The Evens,
Bush Tetras,
Niagra,
Arcadia,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Chris Corsano,
Michelle Simonal,
Letta Mbulu,
The Black Dice,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
PIL,
Junior Murvin,
Saccharine Trust,
Yazoo,
Make Up,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sugar Minott,
Crispian St. Peters,
Soft Machine,
Glambeats Corp.,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
Minutemen,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Human League,
H. Thieme,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.