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 Venezuela and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Section 25 to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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,
Wire,
Pussy Galore,
Scientists,
DJ Style,
Eden Ahbez,
Andrew Hill,
MDC,
The Mojo Men,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sonic Youth,
Model 500,
The Raincoats,
Lightning Bolt,
Zapp,
Nik Kershaw,
Sparks,
John Foxx,
Warsaw,
The Dead C,
Das Ding,
Fluxion,
Simply Red,
The Barracudas,
The Invisible,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Searchers,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Dirtbombs,
The Cowsills,
Mandrill,
Ludus,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dorothy Ashby,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Standells,
Crooked Eye,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Electric Prunes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Roger Hodgson,
The Black Dice,
The Move,
Peter & Gordon,
Fad Gadget,
Reagan Youth,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
Spandau Ballet,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Sonics,
Maleditus Sound,
Man Parrish,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Hasil Adkins,
Soft Cell,
Qualms,
The Fugs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.