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 Eritrea and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 the Slits to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Barbara Tucker,
Funky Four + One,
D'Angelo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Knickerbockers,
Davy DMX,
David McCallum,
Boz Scaggs,
World's Most,
Wings,
Harmonia,
Babytalk,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sister Nancy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Mummies,
Crispy Ambulance,
CMW,
Easy Going,
The Names,
Fat Boys,
Lyres,
the Slits,
Gastr Del Sol,
Quadrant,
Matthew Halsall,
Bobby Byrd,
Lalo Schifrin,
Amon Düül II,
Arcadia,
the Human League,
Masters at Work,
Robert Görl,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
This Heat,
Can,
Aaron Thompson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Skriet,
JFA,
Fela Kuti,
Funkadelic,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Magma,
Kayak,
The Cure,
The Last Poets,
The Birthday Party,
The Barracudas,
The Fuzztones,
Q65,
The Shadows of Knight,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gil Scott Heron,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
These Immortal Souls,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.