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 Chile and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the dance 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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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,
The Modern Lovers,
Arcadia,
Jerry's Kids,
Outsiders,
Bobby Sherman,
Trumans Water,
Reagan Youth,
Mark Hollis,
The Gun Club,
Iggy Pop,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Shoche,
Warsaw,
Kerri Chandler,
Maleditus Sound,
Anakelly,
Spandau Ballet,
The Offenders,
Harmonia,
Cecil Taylor,
Sun City Girls,
The Gladiators,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Searchers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
ABBA,
Saccharine Trust,
Rod Modell,
Bluetip,
The Victims,
Colin Newman,
The Leaves,
Marine Girls,
The Star Department,
Lindisfarne,
Nico,
Fatback Band,
The Moody Blues,
The American Breed,
Television Personalities,
Hoover,
Lucky Dragons,
Ken Boothe,
Joyce Sims,
The Trojans,
The Music Machine,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Public Image Ltd.,
Malaria!,
Buzzcocks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Talk Talk,
Dual Sessions,
F. McDonald,
Vladislav Delay,
Organ,
Second Layer,
Loose Ends,
Laurel Aitken,
Country Teasers,
In Retrospect,
Lightning Bolt,
Cluster,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.