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 the UAE and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mexico City.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Smiths to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
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,
the Slits,
ABC,
The Velvet Underground,
Peter & Gordon,
Visage,
Chrome,
The Angels of Light,
Index,
Basic Channel,
Gichy Dan,
Althea and Donna,
Scrapy,
Arthur Verocai,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tubeway Army,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Sonics,
Donald Byrd,
Soft Cell,
Fat Boys,
Chris Corsano,
The Electric Prunes,
Barbara Tucker,
Delta 5,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Swans,
Jeff Mills,
The Litter,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cal Tjader,
The Human League,
Joe Smooth,
Clear Light,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eric Dolphy,
CMW,
Tomorrow,
Funky Four + One,
Monks,
Lightning Bolt,
Delon & Dalcan,
X-101,
New York Dolls,
Black Moon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
June Days,
Jeru the Damaja,
Average White Band,
Robert Hood,
Qualms,
Man Eating Sloth,
Crispian St. Peters,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eddi Front,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Au Pairs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Outsiders,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.