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 Singapore and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 808 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 Pylon to the rap 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
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,
Harmonia,
Anakelly,
Blake Baxter,
Dead Boys,
Althea and Donna,
Metal Thangz,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Move,
Accadde A,
Nils Olav,
Rosa Yemen,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lou Christie,
Yellowson,
Sun City Girls,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eric Copeland,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Busters,
Zero Boys,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eurythmics,
Boogie Down Productions,
Todd Rundgren,
Terry Callier,
Pharoah Sanders,
Black Bananas,
Black Moon,
Average White Band,
Lower 48,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Marvin Gaye,
The Mojo Men,
Schoolly D,
Barrington Levy,
PIL,
The Modern Lovers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Derrick May,
Technova,
the Association,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dave Gahan,
Don Cherry,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Gladiators,
Peter and Kerry,
Jacques Brel,
Y Pants,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nas,
the Swans,
Camberwell Now,
Swell Maps,
Young Marble Giants,
Flipper,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Leaves,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.