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 Saudi Arabia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Doors to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
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,
Neil Young,
Pet Shop Boys,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Crooked Eye,
Newcleus,
Popol Vuh,
Anakelly,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sparks,
Quantec,
Flamin' Groovies,
Freddie Wadling,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sound Behaviour,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dawn Penn,
Jerry's Kids,
The Pretty Things,
Boz Scaggs,
The Sonics,
Chris & Cosey,
The Durutti Column,
Vladislav Delay,
The Gories,
Flash Fearless,
The Cowsills,
Bush Tetras,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Pop Group,
Donald Byrd,
The Red Krayola,
Fat Boys,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Slick Rick,
Saccharine Trust,
Blossom Toes,
New Age Steppers,
Ohio Players,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Avey Tare,
Eddi Front,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Surgeon,
Gong,
The Fuzztones,
The Real Kids,
Althea and Donna,
Darondo,
The Count Five,
The Divine Comedy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pantytec,
Colin Newman,
Yaz,
Warren Ellis,
Johnny Osbourne,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.