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 Seychelles and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Dead Boys to the electroclash 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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
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,
Fad Gadget,
Sound Behaviour,
Desert Stars,
Peter and Kerry,
Shuggie Otis,
Matthew Halsall,
Public Image Ltd.,
Marine Girls,
Roxy Music,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
B.T. Express,
Lungfish,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nik Kershaw,
Susan Cadogan,
KRS-One,
Deadbeat,
Subhumans,
Simply Red,
Man Eating Sloth,
Animal Collective,
Marcia Griffiths,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Outsiders,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Hoover,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
PIL,
The Saints,
Anakelly,
Soft Cell,
Chrome,
Clear Light,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Harry Pussy,
Basic Channel,
Von Mondo,
New Order,
Sonic Youth,
Charles Mingus,
Pagans,
Freddie Wadling,
Rapeman,
The Techniques,
Suicide,
UT,
Maleditus Sound,
Arcadia,
Reuben Wilson,
Q and Not U,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sparks,
Second Layer,
Theoretical Girls,
Funkadelic,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Association,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.