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 Ethiopia and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the rock 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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
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,
Reuben Wilson,
Mr. Review,
Eddi Front,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Wally Richardson,
The Index,
the Germs,
Ohio Players,
Model 500,
The Busters,
Los Fastidios,
Pole,
The Trojans,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sun City Girls,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Duran Duran,
Deakin,
Guru Guru,
Schoolly D,
Iggy Pop,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Blues Magoos,
Buzzcocks,
Gichy Dan,
Alison Limerick,
Harry Pussy,
Gang Starr,
Johnny Clarke,
Intrusion,
Jandek,
The Music Machine,
The Toasters,
Pulsallama,
Davy DMX,
Quando Quango,
Pantytec,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ornette Coleman,
La Düsseldorf,
The Raincoats,
Alphaville,
Black Flag,
Marshall Jefferson,
Newcleus,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Vogues,
Essential Logic,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Brand Nubian,
Radiohead,
Main Source,
Minutemen,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nirvana,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.