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 Lesotho and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Pantytec to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
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,
Fugazi,
Sex Pistols,
Flipper,
Patti Smith,
Cybotron,
The Standells,
Henry Cow,
China Crisis,
Marine Girls,
Gang Green,
Blancmange,
Adolescents,
Bill Near,
Nik Kershaw,
Eric B and Rakim,
Babytalk,
The Golliwogs,
Jacob Miller,
The Associates,
Donny Hathaway,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Interpol,
The Cosmic Jokers,
John Holt,
Radio Birdman,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Stetsasonic,
Gregory Isaacs,
Joensuu 1685,
Moebius,
Ituana,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mr. Review,
Soulsonic Force,
Sällskapet,
Minny Pops,
Dorothy Ashby,
Wasted Youth,
Pere Ubu,
Bizarre Inc.,
Arthur Verocai,
Unwound,
Toni Rubio,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Franke,
Eli Mardock,
Ohio Players,
Bob Dylan,
The Skatalites,
Robert Wyatt,
Groovy Waters,
DJ Style,
Monks,
Circle Jerks,
Camouflage,
Blake Baxter,
Minnie Riperton,
Vladislav Delay,
Lou Reed,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.