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 Kyrgyzstan and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and London.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Johnny Osbourne to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
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,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Gories,
The Last Poets,
David McCallum,
Steve Hackett,
E-Dancer,
Terrestrial Tones,
The J.B.'s,
Ponytail,
Stereo Dub,
Warren Ellis,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Associates,
Lalo Schifrin,
Al Stewart,
Radio Birdman,
Robert Görl,
Saccharine Trust,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Misunderstood,
Angry Samoans,
Cameo,
Avey Tare,
Delon & Dalcan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Von Mondo,
The Modern Lovers,
New Order,
Grandmaster Flash,
Robert Hood,
MC5,
Scratch Acid,
Minutemen,
Royal Trux,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Donald Byrd,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Neu!,
Aaron Thompson,
The Golliwogs,
Wally Richardson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Peter & Gordon,
Bill Wells,
Cecil Taylor,
Wire,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Little Man,
The Smoke,
Yellowson,
Sight & Sound,
Glambeats Corp.,
Robert Wyatt,
The Neon Judgement,
Alphaville,
Patti Smith,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.