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 Latvia and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the 808 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 Sun City Girls to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 the Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
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,
Bronski Beat,
Marvin Gaye,
Radiohead,
Delta 5,
Rod Modell,
Electric Prunes,
Trumans Water,
Porter Ricks,
The Divine Comedy,
The Remains,
Stiv Bators,
Sun City Girls,
Youth Brigade,
Kerri Chandler,
Lou Reed,
Lower 48,
Simply Red,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Pop Group,
Camberwell Now,
Yusef Lateef,
Panda Bear,
the Swans,
Sight & Sound,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Soft Cell,
Ronnie Foster,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Motions,
Gang Starr,
Pere Ubu,
Scrapy,
Niagra,
Absolute Body Control,
Fela Kuti,
Joy Division,
Minny Pops,
Jeff Lynne,
Banda Bassotti,
Sarah Menescal,
Crime,
Nils Olav,
The Tremeloes,
Sex Pistols,
Lungfish,
Lucky Dragons,
Mars,
Black Pus,
Kevin Saunderson,
Cluster,
ABBA,
Soulsonic Force,
Mark Hollis,
Al Stewart,
Eurythmics,
Danielle Patucci,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rosa Yemen,
Ralphi Rosario,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.