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 Gabon and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the rock 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Grandmaster Flash,
Donald Byrd,
Alton Ellis,
Ultimate Spinach,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nik Kershaw,
Barbara Tucker,
Crooked Eye,
Cecil Taylor,
Roy Ayers,
Harmonia,
the Human League,
The Doors,
Liliput,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Motorama,
The Gories,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Chris & Cosey,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Main Source,
Deepchord,
The Shadows of Knight,
Godley & Creme,
Von Mondo,
Tom Boy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Cure,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Fuzztones,
June of 44,
Sister Nancy,
Gabor Szabo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Hoover,
Pylon,
Leonard Cohen,
Minny Pops,
Desert Stars,
Tears for Fears,
The Cowsills,
Vladislav Delay,
Marine Girls,
Gregory Isaacs,
MC5,
Minor Threat,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jeff Mills,
Aswad,
Eli Mardock,
Erasure,
Bobby Byrd,
U.S. Maple,
The Knickerbockers,
DJ Style,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.