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 Copenhagen.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Graham Central Station to the punk 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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Crime,
The Associates,
Matthew Bourne,
Connie Case,
Minnie Riperton,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cheater Slicks,
the Normal,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Pretty Things,
Visage,
Rekid,
Agent Orange,
Boredoms,
Peter and Kerry,
Second Layer,
James White and The Blacks,
Charles Mingus,
The Motions,
The Electric Prunes,
MC5,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sexual Harrassment,
Unwound,
Quantec,
the Swans,
Lucky Dragons,
The Fugs,
The Gladiators,
Gil Scott Heron,
Von Mondo,
Don Cherry,
Crispian St. Peters,
Leonard Cohen,
Wally Richardson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Maurizio,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nils Olav,
Supertramp,
Easy Going,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Max Romeo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
New York Dolls,
Eli Mardock,
Sarah Menescal,
Derrick May,
The Victims,
Magazine,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dead Boys,
The Young Rascals,
the Bar-Kays,
Urselle,
John Foxx,
Stetsasonic,
The Real Kids,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.