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 Ivory Coast and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Rekid to the jazz 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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
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,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ohio Players,
Gang of Four,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Clear Light,
Marvin Gaye,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Angels of Light,
Gong,
Warsaw,
Ornette Coleman,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Smog,
Saccharine Trust,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mars,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Barbara Tucker,
Bad Manners,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Alice Coltrane,
Aswad,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pierre Henry,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Severed Heads,
The Human League,
Lyres,
the Association,
Gang Green,
Quadrant,
The United States of America,
Peter and Kerry,
Nas,
Symarip,
Ice-T,
Scrapy,
Freddie Wadling,
Sam Rivers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Main Source,
These Immortal Souls,
Alphaville,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Negative Approach,
Lou Reed,
Dark Day,
Moss Icon,
Matthew Bourne,
Harry Pussy,
Stiv Bators,
Godley & Creme,
Throbbing Gristle,
Shuggie Otis,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Fire Engines,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.