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 Dominican Republic and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Boz Scaggs to the rap 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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
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,
John Foxx,
The Walker Brothers,
Parry Music,
Youth Brigade,
Massinfluence,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Dead C,
The Young Rascals,
Spandau Ballet,
Qualms,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sun Ra,
Nick Fraelich,
Amon Düül,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Echospace,
Theoretical Girls,
Minnie Riperton,
Suicide,
Public Enemy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Chrome,
Althea and Donna,
Funkadelic,
Guru Guru,
Harry Pussy,
Aural Exciters,
Roxette,
Glenn Branca,
Mark Hollis,
Bill Near,
Popol Vuh,
Magma,
Tomorrow,
Pere Ubu,
The Saints,
The Seeds,
Mars,
Bauhaus,
The Zeros,
Reagan Youth,
Delta 5,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Stooges,
Accadde A,
Ronan,
The Selecter,
Infiniti,
Pussy Galore,
Scion,
Johnny Osbourne,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fela Kuti,
Davy DMX,
Judy Mowatt,
The Remains,
UT,
The Neon Judgement,
Angry Samoans,
U.S. Maple,
Junior Murvin,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.