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 Cameroon and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Cairo.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Duran Duran,
Mary Jane Girls,
Todd Terry,
Josef K,
Liliput,
Wally Richardson,
Black Flag,
John Foxx,
Swans,
The Move,
The Martian,
Cymande,
John Holt,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
MC5,
La Düsseldorf,
Byron Stingily,
Hasil Adkins,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
John Coltrane,
Camberwell Now,
Niagra,
Section 25,
Bobby Sherman,
Technova,
Rotary Connection,
Mo-Dettes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kas Product,
Joyce Sims,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Harmonia,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
One Last Wish,
Sound Behaviour,
Bootsy Collins,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Soft Cell,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bob Dylan,
Tommy Roe,
The Electric Prunes,
Peter and Kerry,
Sun City Girls,
The Zeros,
The Birthday Party,
Siglo XX,
cv313,
Massinfluence,
Nico,
Reagan Youth,
Alison Limerick,
The Modern Lovers,
Amazonics,
K-Klass,
the Association,
Ossler,
Jerry's Kids,
Gregory Isaacs,
Spoonie Gee,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.