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 Somalia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe 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 Nirvana to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
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,
Patti Smith,
Piero Umiliani,
Jeff Lynne,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Metal Thangz,
Swans,
The Martian,
World's Most,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Fuzztones,
Funkadelic,
Mars,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
X-102,
Black Moon,
Crooked Eye,
Danielle Patucci,
Pussy Galore,
Grey Daturas,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Wings,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Siglo XX,
Young Marble Giants,
The Neon Judgement,
LL Cool J,
E-Dancer,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Black Dice,
Absolute Body Control,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
Crash Course in Science,
Black Sheep,
The Barracudas,
Cheater Slicks,
Nik Kershaw,
The Monochrome Set,
T. Rex,
UT,
Rosa Yemen,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ultimate Spinach,
Flamin' Groovies,
Marc Almond,
Blossom Toes,
Main Source,
Wally Richardson,
Rufus Thomas,
Lungfish,
Wire,
Morten Harket,
Electric Prunes,
Average White Band,
Brothers Johnson,
Can,
Ornette Coleman,
The Doobie Brothers,
Barry Ungar,
Make Up,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.