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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Deadbeat to the grime 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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
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,
Mandrill,
Public Enemy,
The J.B.'s,
Fad Gadget,
Eric Dolphy,
Popol Vuh,
The Sound,
Quadrant,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Brick,
Deepchord,
Fort Wilson Riot,
David Bowie,
MDC,
Silicon Teens,
Can,
The Walker Brothers,
Judy Mowatt,
Black Pus,
Grey Daturas,
Eli Mardock,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gang of Four,
The Moody Blues,
Moss Icon,
Chris & Cosey,
This Heat,
ABBA,
Erykah Badu,
Radio Birdman,
Deadbeat,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Visage,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Little Man,
Gang Starr,
Flash Fearless,
John Lydon,
Panda Bear,
DJ Style,
The Selecter,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Joy Division,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Parry Music,
Excepter,
Make Up,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Animal Collective,
The Fortunes,
Rufus Thomas,
Trumans Water,
X-102,
the Bar-Kays,
Colin Newman,
the Germs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
DJ Sneak,
The Misunderstood,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.