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 Solomon Islands and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 guitar 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 Lucky Dragons 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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
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,
Sun City Girls,
Wasted Youth,
Laurel Aitken,
Robert Görl,
Dorothy Ashby,
Skaos,
June Days,
Nation of Ulysses,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Monks,
The Smiths,
Maleditus Sound,
Lalann,
Camouflage,
Excepter,
Stereo Dub,
Soul II Soul,
Toni Rubio,
Sunsets and Hearts,
B.T. Express,
Harmonia,
Groovy Waters,
The Real Kids,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kool Moe Dee,
Stiv Bators,
Mission of Burma,
Scan 7,
Radiohead,
Infiniti,
Hot Snakes,
Aural Exciters,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Gun Club,
The Fortunes,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Doors,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
New Order,
the Swans,
The Standells,
Sonic Youth,
Lebanon Hanover,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eric B and Rakim,
Tubeway Army,
Sparks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Intrusion,
Metal Thangz,
Malaria!,
Bronski Beat,
Arab on Radar,
Charles Mingus,
OOIOO,
Procol Harum,
Depeche Mode,
Vladislav Delay,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Barry Ungar,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.