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 Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tears for Fears,
The Grass Roots,
Gabor Szabo,
Nick Fraelich,
Magazine,
Kayak,
Tim Buckley,
Colin Newman,
Scrapy,
Hot Snakes,
The Knickerbockers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sugar Minott,
The Leaves,
The Remains,
Alton Ellis,
Schoolly D,
Wire,
The Black Dice,
Wasted Youth,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cecil Taylor,
The Victims,
Idris Muhammad,
Circle Jerks,
kango's stein massive,
Ultravox,
The Gories,
Derrick Morgan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Yellowson,
Ronan,
The Kinks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Godley & Creme,
The American Breed,
Brick,
T.S.O.L.,
Harpers Bizarre,
Hardrive,
Barrington Levy,
Infiniti,
Pantytec,
Japan,
Visage,
Youth Brigade,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Deepchord,
Mary Jane Girls,
June Days,
Joyce Sims,
Fluxion,
Spandau Ballet,
Gang Green,
The Move,
Fad Gadget,
Popol Vuh,
ABBA,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.