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 Algeria and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Sao Paulo.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Associates to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
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,
Sam Rivers,
The Knickerbockers,
Mantronix,
Popol Vuh,
the Soft Cell,
Minutemen,
Bronski Beat,
Scott Walker,
Lakeside,
The Busters,
The Cowsills,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Robert Wyatt,
Robert Hood,
MC5,
Fad Gadget,
The Invisible,
Slave,
Rufus Thomas,
Spoonie Gee,
Wings,
The Birthday Party,
Blossom Toes,
UT,
Lucky Dragons,
The Smoke,
Connie Case,
Bobby Womack,
Jeff Lynne,
Avey Tare,
James White and The Blacks,
Loose Ends,
Janne Schatter,
Todd Terry,
The Gap Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Depeche Mode,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rhythm & Sound,
John Cale,
The Tremeloes,
Roxette,
This Heat,
Joe Finger,
Desert Stars,
The Blues Magoos,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Hasil Adkins,
Mo-Dettes,
Soft Machine,
Rakim,
Grey Daturas,
The Barracudas,
The Sound,
The Motions,
Scan 7,
The Litter,
The Kinks,
Matthew Bourne,
48th St. Collective,
Ronan,
Dead Boys,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.