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 Swaziland and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes 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 an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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,
the Soft Cell,
Mission of Burma,
Bobby Sherman,
Los Fastidios,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eve St. Jones,
Oblivians,
Intrusion,
Ken Boothe,
DNA,
Angry Samoans,
Banda Bassotti,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jandek,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mantronix,
Y Pants,
Average White Band,
Lalann,
Laurel Aitken,
Index,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bang On A Can,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ultravox,
Boogie Down Productions,
John Holt,
Sixth Finger,
Howard Jones,
Gang Gang Dance,
Echospace,
B.T. Express,
The Dead C,
H. Thieme,
Lucky Dragons,
Circle Jerks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ronnie Foster,
Procol Harum,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Spoonie Gee,
Erykah Badu,
Archie Shepp,
OOIOO,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Funkadelic,
China Crisis,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sight & Sound,
Robert Görl,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pagans,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.