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 Kenya and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Altered Images to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
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,
Fad Gadget,
Aswad,
Maurizio,
E-Dancer,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Connie Case,
June of 44,
Japan,
The Golliwogs,
Trumans Water,
The Star Department,
Liliput,
Kool Moe Dee,
Man Eating Sloth,
Howard Jones,
Minor Threat,
Urselle,
Eric Copeland,
The Zeros,
Johnny Clarke,
Wire,
Jimmy McGriff,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rites of Spring,
Shoche,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
John Coltrane,
The Neon Judgement,
Fugazi,
China Crisis,
John Holt,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tim Buckley,
These Immortal Souls,
Cecil Taylor,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Pretty Things,
Barrington Levy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Suburban Knight,
Don Cherry,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lalo Schifrin,
Roy Ayers,
The Modern Lovers,
The Trojans,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gerry Rafferty,
La Düsseldorf,
The Monks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Franke,
Tres Demented,
Procol Harum,
The Names,
Bill Wells,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.