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 Korea North and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the sitar 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 Chris Corsano to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
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,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Sonics,
Sonny Sharrock,
Peter and Kerry,
The Searchers,
Yusef Lateef,
T. Rex,
The Dave Clark Five,
Anthony Braxton,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Janne Schatter,
Animal Collective,
Ohio Players,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Skriet,
Q and Not U,
The Selecter,
Ronnie Foster,
H. Thieme,
Man Parrish,
Nick Fraelich,
Japan,
Kerri Chandler,
Minor Threat,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sound Behaviour,
The Dead C,
Public Enemy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Index,
Frankie Knuckles,
Second Layer,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Seeds,
Section 25,
Minnie Riperton,
Fear,
The Gladiators,
Whodini,
Gastr Del Sol,
The New Christs,
MC5,
Monks,
The Names,
Hashim,
Magma,
Bobby Womack,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sex Pistols,
Organ,
Motorama,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Fugs,
Eden Ahbez,
Kool Moe Dee,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.