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 Latvia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 rhodes 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 Crime to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
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,
Pussy Galore,
T.S.O.L.,
H. Thieme,
Patti Smith,
Charles Mingus,
Peter & Gordon,
The Gap Band,
Deakin,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Sonics,
The Five Americans,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Flesh Eaters,
DJ Sneak,
Ornette Coleman,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Anthony Braxton,
ABC,
Sun Ra,
Panda Bear,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Beau Brummels,
Joe Finger,
Con Funk Shun,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Interpol,
Matthew Halsall,
the Germs,
Tomorrow,
Gang Starr,
Sällskapet,
Swans,
The Names,
China Crisis,
Saccharine Trust,
Yellowson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Neil Young,
The Martian,
Mission of Burma,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Pretty Things,
Television,
Audionom,
Gastr Del Sol,
Roxette,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Metal Thangz,
Bad Manners,
Gong,
Gang Green,
The Toasters,
Dorothy Ashby,
Section 25,
Joyce Sims,
James White and The Blacks,
Brick,
Television Personalities,
London Community Gospel Choir,
PIL,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.