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 Philippines and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Holger Czukay 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 Vogues to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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,
Scrapy,
The Tremeloes,
B.T. Express,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Con Funk Shun,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eve St. Jones,
Aloha Tigers,
Bang On A Can,
Robert Wyatt,
The Real Kids,
Kenny Larkin,
Lucky Dragons,
Moby Grape,
Eric B and Rakim,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cheater Slicks,
John Foxx,
Soulsonic Force,
Nick Fraelich,
Soft Cell,
a-ha,
Robert Hood,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Matthew Bourne,
Harpers Bizarre,
Todd Terry,
Silicon Teens,
Leonard Cohen,
John Holt,
Carl Craig,
Glenn Branca,
Juan Atkins,
Marmalade,
Bootsy Collins,
Altered Images,
Yusef Lateef,
Magazine,
Goldenarms,
FM Einheit,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
ABC,
Eddi Front,
Siglo XX,
Desert Stars,
The Last Poets,
The Knickerbockers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bill Near,
Isaac Hayes,
Trumans Water,
Talk Talk,
Toni Rubio,
The Invisible,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Infiniti,
Flipper,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.