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 Bulgaria and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Agent Orange to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
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,
The Buckinghams,
Scrapy,
Barclay James Harvest,
The United States of America,
48th St. Collective,
The Fortunes,
Anakelly,
Camberwell Now,
Mission of Burma,
Deakin,
Jeru the Damaja,
New Order,
ABC,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Max Romeo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sarah Menescal,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ten City,
The Move,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Erykah Badu,
Electric Prunes,
Procol Harum,
Thee Headcoats,
Gang Green,
Iggy Pop,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Standells,
Cal Tjader,
Marc Almond,
Simply Red,
Nation of Ulysses,
It's A Beautiful Day,
EPMD,
Quando Quango,
Groovy Waters,
Easy Going,
Maleditus Sound,
Todd Terry,
Brothers Johnson,
the Germs,
the Human League,
AZ,
World's Most,
The Tremeloes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Janne Schatter,
F. McDonald,
Bang On A Can,
Bush Tetras,
The Golliwogs,
Model 500,
MDC,
Dorothy Ashby,
Chris & Cosey,
Neil Young,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ralphi Rosario,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.