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 Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Kas Product to the techno 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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
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,
The Toasters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Spandau Ballet,
The Gories,
Quantec,
Loose Ends,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
DJ Sneak,
The Tremeloes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nirvana,
Fluxion,
Boz Scaggs,
Adolescents,
Essential Logic,
L. Decosne,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Gun Club,
Moss Icon,
The Cramps,
Ituana,
Camberwell Now,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kerri Chandler,
Jacob Miller,
The Cure,
Sixth Finger,
Black Bananas,
Deepchord,
Maleditus Sound,
Technova,
Symarip,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tommy Roe,
Ronan,
Avey Tare,
Cluster,
Althea and Donna,
Mark Hollis,
Sugar Minott,
T. Rex,
The Grass Roots,
Bad Manners,
Make Up,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nico,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Crash Course in Science,
Michelle Simonal,
Pere Ubu,
David McCallum,
Pierre Henry,
Desert Stars,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ken Boothe,
X-101,
Magma,
Parry Music,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Chris Corsano,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.