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 Turkey and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Swans to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
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,
Public Enemy,
Cheater Slicks,
ABBA,
Dawn Penn,
Dark Day,
Tom Boy,
Alton Ellis,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Al Stewart,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Toasters,
Fear,
The Raincoats,
John Holt,
Pantytec,
Blancmange,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gang of Four,
The New Christs,
Derrick May,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Beau Brummels,
Ornette Coleman,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sparks,
Steve Hackett,
Scion,
Black Bananas,
Icehouse,
Arthur Verocai,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Animal Collective,
Hardrive,
The Cure,
Matthew Bourne,
Heaven 17,
Main Source,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bootsy Collins,
Soul Sonic Force,
Schoolly D,
Bob Dylan,
Vainqueur,
Sexual Harrassment,
Piero Umiliani,
Ituana,
World's Most,
Lungfish,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Barrington Levy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Wake,
Mission of Burma,
Severed Heads,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
8 Eyed Spy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bush Tetras,
Supertramp,
The J.B.'s,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.