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 Norway and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 June Days to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets 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?
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Model 500,
The Dave Clark Five,
Newcleus,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Main Source,
kango's stein massive,
Ohio Players,
Delta 5,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lou Reed,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gichy Dan,
Ludus,
Lower 48,
Mandrill,
Barrington Levy,
Interpol,
Yellowson,
Spandau Ballet,
Clear Light,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mark Hollis,
Swell Maps,
The Star Department,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mad Mike,
Sarah Menescal,
Jeff Lynne,
The Remains,
The Angels of Light,
La Düsseldorf,
Rhythm & Sound,
James White and The Blacks,
Sandy B,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Detroit Cobras,
Godley & Creme,
Eric Dolphy,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Slits,
Matthew Halsall,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Slick Rick,
a-ha,
Alice Coltrane,
L. Decosne,
X-101,
Outsiders,
Hardrive,
Aswad,
Thompson Twins,
Nation of Ulysses,
Popol Vuh,
Peter and Kerry,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Minor Threat,
Roger Hodgson,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.