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 Canada and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tehran.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Tremeloes to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unwound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
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,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Quando Quango,
The Gories,
Scratch Acid,
Lakeside,
Grandmaster Flash,
Erykah Badu,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nation of Ulysses,
Wings,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Amon Düül II,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Marvin Gaye,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Faraquet,
Ponytail,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mission of Burma,
Q and Not U,
Lebanon Hanover,
Drexciya,
David Bowie,
Glenn Branca,
Popol Vuh,
Kenny Larkin,
Reagan Youth,
Eli Mardock,
Visage,
The Fortunes,
Zero Boys,
The Grass Roots,
Jeru the Damaja,
B.T. Express,
The Remains,
The Fugs,
June of 44,
Gang Starr,
Au Pairs,
Dennis Brown,
Pet Shop Boys,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Livin' Joy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Vladislav Delay,
Dawn Penn,
Kaleidoscope,
Ronan,
Maurizio,
Idris Muhammad,
E-Dancer,
Bootsy Collins,
Roger Hodgson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Association,
Todd Rundgren,
Fluxion,
The Buckinghams,
kango's stein massive,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.