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 Botswana and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 The Birthday Party to the funk 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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
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,
Ultravox,
The Fugs,
Severed Heads,
Oneida,
Sex Pistols,
Cheater Slicks,
The Real Kids,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tom Boy,
Main Source,
Black Bananas,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Cowsills,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Gladiators,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Andrew Hill,
Massinfluence,
Symarip,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Malaria!,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Young Rascals,
Terry Callier,
Wolf Eyes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ken Boothe,
Fatback Band,
Buzzcocks,
Marmalade,
Henry Cow,
The Sonics,
Crispy Ambulance,
Morten Harket,
KRS-One,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Tremeloes,
Cymande,
Vladislav Delay,
kango's stein massive,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Brand Nubian,
Warsaw,
Robert Hood,
Television Personalities,
Pagans,
The Birthday Party,
The Electric Prunes,
Television,
Bad Manners,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tres Demented,
X-101,
Pulsallama,
Outsiders,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Graham Central Station,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.