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 Russia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Vladislav Delay to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
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,
Fatback Band,
DJ Sneak,
Scientists,
Khruangbin,
Lower 48,
D'Angelo,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Detroit Cobras,
48th St. Collective,
Danielle Patucci,
Gerry Rafferty,
Godley & Creme,
Derrick Morgan,
Unrelated Segments,
Reagan Youth,
Carl Craig,
Skaos,
The Sound,
Animal Collective,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Visage,
Bronski Beat,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eve St. Jones,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Model 500,
Lindisfarne,
Mission of Burma,
kango's stein massive,
Loose Ends,
Brothers Johnson,
Deadbeat,
Symarip,
Faust,
H. Thieme,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Move,
Eurythmics,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Chris & Cosey,
Pole,
Dead Boys,
The Sonics,
Throbbing Gristle,
Traffic Nightmare,
Curtis Mayfield,
Anakelly,
The Moody Blues,
Black Moon,
Man Parrish,
The Walker Brothers,
Mars,
Scan 7,
Slick Rick,
Jawbox,
the Swans,
Bob Dylan,
Idris Muhammad,
Brick,
Drive Like Jehu,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.