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 Malawi and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Wake to the grunge 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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
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,
Suicide,
The Birthday Party,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cal Tjader,
Nik Kershaw,
Lakeside,
Althea and Donna,
Kaleidoscope,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cheater Slicks,
Scott Walker,
Lower 48,
Moebius,
Carl Craig,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Vainqueur,
Todd Rundgren,
the Soft Cell,
Charles Mingus,
Bob Dylan,
John Foxx,
Youth Brigade,
Gang Gang Dance,
Godley & Creme,
Marc Almond,
The Evens,
Todd Terry,
Mark Hollis,
The Busters,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Easy Going,
Intrusion,
Throbbing Gristle,
Josef K,
Dual Sessions,
The Names,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Altered Images,
The Wake,
Terry Callier,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jacques Brel,
Lucky Dragons,
Kenny Larkin,
Scrapy,
Nico,
AZ,
Matthew Halsall,
Bill Wells,
Darondo,
Prince Buster,
Pole,
One Last Wish,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Scion,
The Fugs,
Jesper Dahlback,
Average White Band,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.