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 Korea North and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Surgeon to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
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,
Pylon,
Tomorrow,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Human League,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Hot Snakes,
KRS-One,
Niagra,
Mary Jane Girls,
Marine Girls,
Man Eating Sloth,
Susan Cadogan,
The Skatalites,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tim Buckley,
Wire,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sister Nancy,
Scrapy,
Godley & Creme,
Todd Terry,
The United States of America,
The Leaves,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Banda Bassotti,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Piero Umiliani,
Kas Product,
Simply Red,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Letta Mbulu,
The Move,
Fad Gadget,
The Velvet Underground,
The Remains,
Adolescents,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Trumans Water,
Y Pants,
kango's stein massive,
The Barracudas,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jawbox,
The Wake,
Camouflage,
Isaac Hayes,
Michelle Simonal,
Circle Jerks,
Khruangbin,
Rakim,
Joe Finger,
New York Dolls,
Bobby Sherman,
DNA,
Bob Dylan,
Alton Ellis,
Funkadelic,
Robert Wyatt,
The Dirtbombs,
L. Decosne,
Sam Rivers,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.