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 Bahamas and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 EPMD to the rap 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 The Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ 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 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Prince Buster,
The Stooges,
Charles Mingus,
Minor Threat,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Outsiders,
Barry Ungar,
Urselle,
The Golliwogs,
the Association,
Little Man,
Skriet,
Sam Rivers,
T.S.O.L.,
Janne Schatter,
Robert Görl,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Yazoo,
The Walker Brothers,
The New Christs,
Moss Icon,
Tres Demented,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dennis Brown,
The Toasters,
Pantaleimon,
Popol Vuh,
Dead Boys,
Amazonics,
Nik Kershaw,
Y Pants,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Modern Lovers,
Cybotron,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jandek,
Scan 7,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Scientists,
The Divine Comedy,
UT,
Albert Ayler,
Sister Nancy,
Rosa Yemen,
Bang On A Can,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Saints,
Royal Trux,
Patti Smith,
Reuben Wilson,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Bar-Kays,
Electric Prunes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Skatalites,
Faust,
Ornette Coleman,
Essential Logic,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.