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 Jamaica and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 sitar 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 Groovy Waters to the electroclash 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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
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,
Liliput,
Marine Girls,
Ronan,
Alphaville,
Pet Shop Boys,
Crash Course in Science,
The Doobie Brothers,
Animal Collective,
New Order,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Yellowson,
The Count Five,
Tom Boy,
Vladislav Delay,
Dorothy Ashby,
Amon Düül II,
Mark Hollis,
Ultravox,
Bill Near,
Hasil Adkins,
Spoonie Gee,
Black Pus,
Dennis Brown,
Amazonics,
Alison Limerick,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Vogues,
Eli Mardock,
L. Decosne,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
KRS-One,
MDC,
Sun City Girls,
Jacob Miller,
Harpers Bizarre,
Public Enemy,
Tres Demented,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Radiopuhelimet,
Supertramp,
Masters at Work,
The Cramps,
Sugar Minott,
Marc Almond,
The Wake,
Intrusion,
The Zeros,
Monolake,
Sound Behaviour,
Donald Byrd,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bluetip,
The Last Poets,
Nils Olav,
Mars,
Simply Red,
Mary Jane Girls,
Quantec,
Joey Negro,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.