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 Spain and from Seoul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Iggy Pop to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Slackers,
Funkadelic,
Jacques Brel,
Eve St. Jones,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Germs,
Leonard Cohen,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Colin Newman,
The Modern Lovers,
Silicon Teens,
Avey Tare,
Radio Birdman,
Byron Stingily,
Television Personalities,
Alphaville,
Joe Finger,
World's Most,
Drexciya,
Robert Wyatt,
JFA,
Rod Modell,
Dave Gahan,
Rotary Connection,
Dorothy Ashby,
Zero Boys,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Fuzztones,
Agitation Free,
Wings,
The Last Poets,
The Walker Brothers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
A Certain Ratio,
Neu!,
Peter and Kerry,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Busters,
The Fortunes,
Pantytec,
The Index,
Brass Construction,
Shoche,
Black Moon,
Massinfluence,
Procol Harum,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mantronix,
Aural Exciters,
The Velvet Underground,
Lower 48,
Goldenarms,
Nick Fraelich,
Rekid,
Reuben Wilson,
Cecil Taylor,
Gil Scott Heron,
Roy Ayers,
Joy Division,
The Fall,
Blossom Toes,
CMW,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.