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 Serbia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Scratch Acid to the disco 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 The Wake. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Marmalade,
Shoche,
Skarface,
Piero Umiliani,
JFA,
The Sound,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fela Kuti,
PIL,
Inner City,
The Blues Magoos,
Tommy Roe,
Al Stewart,
Eric B and Rakim,
Black Bananas,
The Cramps,
Bush Tetras,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kaleidoscope,
X-Ray Spex,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Gun Club,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Quando Quango,
Idris Muhammad,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Theoretical Girls,
Barclay James Harvest,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Agitation Free,
Infiniti,
Trumans Water,
Ken Boothe,
Vladislav Delay,
Severed Heads,
Jandek,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Alarm Clocks,
June of 44,
Zapp,
Patti Smith,
Marine Girls,
Massinfluence,
kango's stein massive,
Kenny Larkin,
Johnny Osbourne,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mandrill,
New Order,
New Age Steppers,
Sound Behaviour,
Buzzcocks,
Television,
Swans,
Brand Nubian,
Crispian St. Peters,
Barbara Tucker,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Minutemen,
Michelle Simonal,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.