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 Vanuatu and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Cameo to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Blues Magoos,
Crime,
Das Ding,
Robert Wyatt,
Isaac Hayes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Trojans,
The Red Krayola,
Anthony Braxton,
Danielle Patucci,
Kerrie Biddell,
Robert Görl,
Marmalade,
Silicon Teens,
Don Cherry,
Fat Boys,
Stiv Bators,
X-101,
Young Marble Giants,
Scratch Acid,
Rites of Spring,
Pantaleimon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bobby Womack,
Aswad,
The Black Dice,
Unrelated Segments,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lightning Bolt,
The Zeros,
Ice-T,
DJ Sneak,
Johnny Clarke,
LL Cool J,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Matthew Halsall,
Pharoah Sanders,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gerry Rafferty,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Buzzcocks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tropical Tobacco,
Deadbeat,
The Real Kids,
Arab on Radar,
Lindisfarne,
Subhumans,
Ronnie Foster,
Thompson Twins,
David Axelrod,
Dawn Penn,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
China Crisis,
Niagra,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.