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 Dominica and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gregory Isaacs to the electroclash 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 The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band 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 snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb 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,
Liliput,
Sixth Finger,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Section 25,
New Age Steppers,
Sun Ra,
Skriet,
Mars,
Scientists,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jimmy McGriff,
ABC,
Pagans,
The Music Machine,
Von Mondo,
The Toasters,
Kaleidoscope,
Tubeway Army,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Depeche Mode,
Roxette,
Crooked Eye,
Cluster,
Pussy Galore,
The Pretty Things,
Ultravox,
Idris Muhammad,
Malaria!,
Ronnie Foster,
Banda Bassotti,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Yellowson,
Unwound,
Dual Sessions,
cv313,
Outsiders,
Cymande,
Archie Shepp,
Colin Newman,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jandek,
Amazonics,
The Monochrome Set,
Brass Construction,
Sexual Harrassment,
The New Christs,
Agent Orange,
Pole,
Barry Ungar,
The Mummies,
Yazoo,
Interpol,
Connie Case,
Second Layer,
Easy Going,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Cure,
Nation of Ulysses,
Roy Ayers,
Technova,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.