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 Colombia and from London.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar 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 Dual Sessions to the grime 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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Aloha Tigers,
Bauhaus,
Roy Ayers,
Joensuu 1685,
Hardrive,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Intrusion,
Saccharine Trust,
Shuggie Otis,
Simply Red,
Amon Düül II,
The Evens,
Jerry's Kids,
Tom Boy,
Jandek,
Toni Rubio,
Audionom,
Graham Central Station,
Delta 5,
Kaleidoscope,
The Gladiators,
Minor Threat,
Throbbing Gristle,
Joe Smooth,
Andrew Hill,
The Black Dice,
Tomorrow,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gabor Szabo,
Ken Boothe,
Heaven 17,
The Mojo Men,
Sister Nancy,
the Slits,
The Count Five,
Flamin' Groovies,
Qualms,
Technova,
Spandau Ballet,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Normal,
Ossler,
Scratch Acid,
The Mummies,
June of 44,
The Index,
Maurizio,
Sugar Minott,
The Golliwogs,
Michelle Simonal,
Bizarre Inc.,
AZ,
Minny Pops,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Monochrome Set,
Brand Nubian,
Carl Craig,
Lou Reed,
Agitation Free,
Pere Ubu,
Silicon Teens,
EPMD,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.