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 Niger and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 Houston and Stockholm.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the oboe 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 Cecil Taylor to the grime 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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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. Jay Z And Juelz,
Surgeon,
The Red Krayola,
The Music Machine,
The Velvet Underground,
Steve Hackett,
Sun Ra,
Gabor Szabo,
Eric B and Rakim,
Radiohead,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Henry Cow,
Sam Rivers,
Faraquet,
Sarah Menescal,
Gang Starr,
the Slits,
Kayak,
Stereo Dub,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
D'Angelo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Todd Terry,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Tremeloes,
Scion,
The Index,
Blake Baxter,
John Foxx,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nico,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Echospace,
Stiv Bators,
Symarip,
Pierre Henry,
Angry Samoans,
Nation of Ulysses,
Stockholm Monsters,
K-Klass,
Lou Reed,
Bobby Byrd,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Walker Brothers,
The Doors,
Be Bop Deluxe,
MC5,
Lungfish,
Grey Daturas,
The Beau Brummels,
Clear Light,
Arab on Radar,
Minnie Riperton,
Moss Icon,
Camouflage,
Robert Wyatt,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.