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 Taiwan and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Anthony Braxton to the electroclash 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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
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,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Stetsasonic,
Robert Görl,
Lindisfarne,
Vladislav Delay,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Basic Channel,
Al Stewart,
Rufus Thomas,
Hasil Adkins,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Alphaville,
Subhumans,
Faust,
Ponytail,
Anakelly,
Das Ding,
Lyres,
the Soft Cell,
Hot Snakes,
The Move,
Roy Ayers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Residents,
Sight & Sound,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Names,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gichy Dan,
K-Klass,
Joensuu 1685,
Iggy Pop,
Newcleus,
Graham Central Station,
Brick,
The Skatalites,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Yusef Lateef,
Porter Ricks,
Cheater Slicks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Blues Magoos,
Maurizio,
Shoche,
Ornette Coleman,
Livin' Joy,
Thompson Twins,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Derrick May,
Bill Wells,
Frankie Knuckles,
Quantec,
The Fuzztones,
T.S.O.L.,
Funky Four + One,
Television,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.