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 Benin and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Loose Ends to the techno 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 The Smoke. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
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,
Anakelly,
Radio Birdman,
Basic Channel,
Erasure,
Faraquet,
Silicon Teens,
Qualms,
Duran Duran,
Hot Snakes,
Rod Modell,
Marine Girls,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ten City,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jeff Mills,
Donny Hathaway,
Blossom Toes,
Technova,
X-101,
The Martian,
Gang of Four,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Q and Not U,
Yazoo,
The Smiths,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Negative Approach,
Zero Boys,
Steve Hackett,
Tim Buckley,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Brand Nubian,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Shadows of Knight,
Icehouse,
Hardrive,
Josef K,
The Velvet Underground,
Eric Copeland,
Robert Hood,
Cecil Taylor,
Matthew Halsall,
Piero Umiliani,
The Star Department,
New Age Steppers,
Wasted Youth,
Flash Fearless,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
David McCallum,
Surgeon,
World's Most,
Pussy Galore,
Deakin,
Lucky Dragons,
Japan,
June of 44,
U.S. Maple,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.