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 Colombia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Average White Band to the funk 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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
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,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Martian,
Alice Coltrane,
Jacob Miller,
T. Rex,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Supertramp,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Motions,
Jesper Dahlback,
Babytalk,
Slave,
Minnie Riperton,
DNA,
Harmonia,
the Sonics,
New Order,
One Last Wish,
The Evens,
Eric Dolphy,
Susan Cadogan,
Leonard Cohen,
Scratch Acid,
The Black Dice,
The Names,
Television Personalities,
Tropical Tobacco,
Judy Mowatt,
Cluster,
The Skatalites,
E-Dancer,
Grey Daturas,
Nirvana,
World's Most,
Kurtis Blow,
Scrapy,
Robert Wyatt,
the Normal,
Ornette Coleman,
Organ,
The Raincoats,
Grauzone,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Black Flag,
The Residents,
H. Thieme,
Brass Construction,
Pantaleimon,
Pagans,
Eric B and Rakim,
Josef K,
Henry Cow,
June of 44,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Alphaville,
10cc,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.