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 Romania and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Crispy Ambulance to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Skriet,
MDC,
Deakin,
New York Dolls,
The Black Dice,
Lou Christie,
Scan 7,
Roxy Music,
the Slits,
Technova,
Slave,
June Days,
John Coltrane,
Derrick Morgan,
This Heat,
Blossom Toes,
Half Japanese,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dawn Penn,
Rekid,
La Düsseldorf,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Thee Headcoats,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dave Gahan,
10cc,
Colin Newman,
Japan,
The Motions,
Brothers Johnson,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gichy Dan,
Audionom,
Y Pants,
Gang Starr,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Infiniti,
Livin' Joy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Seeds,
ABBA,
Absolute Body Control,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Tremeloes,
Yaz,
Hardrive,
Guru Guru,
Howard Jones,
the Bar-Kays,
Agent Orange,
Todd Terry,
Crooked Eye,
Eric Dolphy,
Fugazi,
Soul II Soul,
Isaac Hayes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.