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 Dominica and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Wally Richardson to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
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,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
CMW,
The Young Rascals,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pagans,
The Sonics,
Magazine,
8 Eyed Spy,
John Coltrane,
Donald Byrd,
DJ Style,
Roxette,
Au Pairs,
Crispy Ambulance,
John Cale,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dennis Brown,
The Residents,
Pere Ubu,
Ultravox,
In Retrospect,
Sexual Harrassment,
Basic Channel,
Sister Nancy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Panda Bear,
The Pop Group,
Bang On A Can,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kerri Chandler,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Yazoo,
JFA,
Kaleidoscope,
Kas Product,
James White and The Blacks,
Fear,
John Lydon,
Eli Mardock,
Skaos,
Traffic Nightmare,
Drexciya,
Blossom Toes,
Letta Mbulu,
Joensuu 1685,
The Busters,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
David McCallum,
Urselle,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Stooges,
Colin Newman,
Danielle Patucci,
Faraquet,
Darondo,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.