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 Taiwan and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Delhi.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Todd Rundgren to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Skriet,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bizarre Inc.,
Black Pus,
Ralphi Rosario,
Porter Ricks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Flash Fearless,
Funkadelic,
X-101,
Slick Rick,
Judy Mowatt,
Andrew Hill,
Excepter,
Tears for Fears,
Masters at Work,
Eli Mardock,
Interpol,
Ultravox,
Warsaw,
Loose Ends,
Cybotron,
Black Bananas,
Delon & Dalcan,
Steve Hackett,
The Trojans,
Ludus,
Arthur Verocai,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tomorrow,
Essential Logic,
Bobby Byrd,
Gang Green,
The Vogues,
Roxy Music,
Yusef Lateef,
Gang Starr,
Pet Shop Boys,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
B.T. Express,
The Cure,
Schoolly D,
The Gap Band,
Country Teasers,
Anakelly,
Organ,
Throbbing Gristle,
Joy Division,
Ponytail,
F. McDonald,
Jandek,
Moebius,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Birthday Party,
Barrington Levy,
Little Man,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bang On A Can,
ABBA,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.