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 United States and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 oboe 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the grime 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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes 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 clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Symarip,
Albert Ayler,
Steve Hackett,
Patti Smith,
Gabor Szabo,
Simply Red,
Bob Dylan,
Davy DMX,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dawn Penn,
Echospace,
cv313,
Bluetip,
The Gun Club,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Motorama,
Half Japanese,
Kurtis Blow,
The Angels of Light,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Main Source,
Altered Images,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Sonics,
Supertramp,
Bootsy Collins,
Blake Baxter,
Boredoms,
Delon & Dalcan,
DNA,
Fat Boys,
It's A Beautiful Day,
In Retrospect,
Erasure,
Michelle Simonal,
The Velvet Underground,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
CMW,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
D'Angelo,
10cc,
Flash Fearless,
Harmonia,
Bang On A Can,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sandy B,
Eric Copeland,
Bobby Womack,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Scientists,
Arthur Verocai,
Minor Threat,
The Invisible,
Negative Approach,
Derrick Morgan,
Fela Kuti,
Sonic Youth,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.