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 Andorra and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Khruangbin to the dance 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 Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Litter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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. Jay Z And Juelz,
Carl Craig,
Freddie Wadling,
Derrick Morgan,
Max Romeo,
Eurythmics,
B.T. Express,
Cybotron,
Urselle,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Swans,
Quadrant,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Agitation Free,
Flamin' Groovies,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Chrome,
Grauzone,
Tears for Fears,
Wolf Eyes,
Slave,
John Lydon,
Rosa Yemen,
Donny Hathaway,
Nation of Ulysses,
Von Mondo,
Stetsasonic,
Moebius,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bang On A Can,
Fluxion,
Pulsallama,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sunsets and Hearts,
U.S. Maple,
Au Pairs,
The Gladiators,
The Sonics,
Infiniti,
Cal Tjader,
The Cure,
Soulsonic Force,
The Toasters,
Crispian St. Peters,
Letta Mbulu,
New York Dolls,
Television Personalities,
Ronan,
Porter Ricks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Sound,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bush Tetras,
A Certain Ratio,
Adolescents,
Loose Ends,
The Wake,
Crooked Eye,
Robert Hood,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eric Copeland,
Japan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.