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 Nauru and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Prince Buster to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
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,
DJ Style,
Aural Exciters,
Lungfish,
The Beau Brummels,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Associates,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Unwound,
Gil Scott Heron,
Public Enemy,
Depeche Mode,
Newcleus,
Mad Mike,
Kurtis Blow,
Matthew Bourne,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
DNA,
Von Mondo,
Maurizio,
Quadrant,
Blossom Toes,
Cameo,
Camouflage,
Sällskapet,
Drexciya,
Monolake,
Bobby Byrd,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Panda Bear,
The Red Krayola,
Tres Demented,
The Martian,
Soul II Soul,
New Age Steppers,
Fat Boys,
David Axelrod,
Amon Düül II,
The Misunderstood,
Black Sheep,
Sight & Sound,
Soul Sonic Force,
Oblivians,
Nas,
Traffic Nightmare,
One Last Wish,
The Knickerbockers,
The Fall,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fear,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Thompson Twins,
Procol Harum,
Gang of Four,
Faraquet,
Archie Shepp,
Ituana,
Juan Atkins,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.