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 Italy and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 Seoul and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 theremin 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the crunk 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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
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,
Freddie Wadling,
Pharoah Sanders,
Aswad,
Pantaleimon,
Barrington Levy,
The Wake,
Soulsonic Force,
The Modern Lovers,
Faust,
Sam Rivers,
Hoover,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sight & Sound,
Moss Icon,
Reuben Wilson,
Magma,
the Swans,
Whodini,
New Age Steppers,
Interpol,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Knickerbockers,
Marine Girls,
Lucky Dragons,
John Holt,
Ultra Naté,
Das Ding,
The Golliwogs,
Au Pairs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Altered Images,
China Crisis,
Gichy Dan,
Bluetip,
The Cowsills,
Chrome,
The Dirtbombs,
Deepchord,
Peter & Gordon,
Aural Exciters,
Tim Buckley,
The Misunderstood,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Moby Grape,
Kaleidoscope,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Moody Blues,
The Fuzztones,
The Gories,
Sällskapet,
Susan Cadogan,
Aaron Thompson,
Desert Stars,
Flash Fearless,
The Tremeloes,
Newcleus,
The Star Department,
Roxette,
the Human League,
Metal Thangz,
Quando Quango,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.