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 the UAE and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 oboe 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 China Crisis to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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,
Wolf Eyes,
Cluster,
The Human League,
Mr. Review,
Godley & Creme,
cv313,
Minnie Riperton,
The Motions,
Pagans,
Bobby Byrd,
Joey Negro,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rod Modell,
Theoretical Girls,
The Shadows of Knight,
Cymande,
The Busters,
Terrestrial Tones,
Marshall Jefferson,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bang On A Can,
Harpers Bizarre,
Tim Buckley,
Kenny Larkin,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dead Boys,
New Age Steppers,
Erasure,
Quando Quango,
This Heat,
Von Mondo,
Connie Case,
Warren Ellis,
Absolute Body Control,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Animal Collective,
Warsaw,
John Coltrane,
Robert Görl,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Crime,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Mojo Men,
Bad Manners,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pylon,
Television,
Marine Girls,
Marc Almond,
Glenn Branca,
The Dirtbombs,
The Detroit Cobras,
Monks,
The Buckinghams,
Amazonics,
Accadde A,
The Names,
The Smoke,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.