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 Egypt and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Men They Couldn't Hang 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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme 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?
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Amon Düül,
MC5,
Swell Maps,
The Sound,
Joe Finger,
X-101,
Aural Exciters,
Erasure,
T. Rex,
Robert Görl,
Jerry Gold Smith,
A Certain Ratio,
Yusef Lateef,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gregory Isaacs,
Josef K,
The Young Rascals,
Nick Fraelich,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gichy Dan,
Iggy Pop,
Althea and Donna,
John Coltrane,
Television Personalities,
Davy DMX,
Hoover,
Mandrill,
DJ Sneak,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Piero Umiliani,
The Count Five,
Newcleus,
Sixth Finger,
Bad Manners,
Half Japanese,
Henry Cow,
Steve Hackett,
Reagan Youth,
Crash Course in Science,
Q and Not U,
Franke,
Ralphi Rosario,
Joe Smooth,
Laurel Aitken,
Cybotron,
Mad Mike,
The Mojo Men,
Fad Gadget,
Scratch Acid,
Boz Scaggs,
Blossom Toes,
Todd Terry,
Alton Ellis,
Agent Orange,
Ohio Players,
The Motions,
Tropical Tobacco,
Minnie Riperton,
Agitation Free,
Sällskapet,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.