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 Senegal and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Hardrive to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
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 Gap Band,
Accadde A,
The Selecter,
Drive Like Jehu,
Barrington Levy,
Pantytec,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Scratch Acid,
Funkadelic,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ken Boothe,
Lou Christie,
June of 44,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Dead Boys,
Eric B and Rakim,
Barclay James Harvest,
Wings,
Al Stewart,
Prince Buster,
The Five Americans,
The New Christs,
Quantec,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The American Breed,
Vainqueur,
The Neon Judgement,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rotary Connection,
Albert Ayler,
Eddi Front,
Public Enemy,
Amon Düül II,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Godley & Creme,
Babytalk,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Intrusion,
D'Angelo,
Qualms,
The Gladiators,
Cameo,
Surgeon,
Mars,
A Certain Ratio,
Zero Boys,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Skatalites,
Thompson Twins,
John Foxx,
Bob Dylan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
One Last Wish,
China Crisis,
Roxette,
Robert Hood,
Make Up,
Piero Umiliani,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.