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 Papua New Guinea and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Junior Murvin to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Raincoats,
Pantytec,
The Index,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Intrusion,
Massinfluence,
Depeche Mode,
Marvin Gaye,
Lee Hazlewood,
Flipper,
Cluster,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lower 48,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Move,
The Blues Magoos,
Albert Ayler,
The Cowsills,
Crispy Ambulance,
Niagra,
Harry Pussy,
Index,
Slick Rick,
The Red Krayola,
Newcleus,
Fluxion,
Jerry's Kids,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Echospace,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Masters at Work,
The Angels of Light,
Terry Callier,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Gun Club,
Letta Mbulu,
The Invisible,
The J.B.'s,
Arcadia,
Jacob Miller,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Young Marble Giants,
FM Einheit,
Danielle Patucci,
Sixth Finger,
Half Japanese,
Gregory Isaacs,
David Axelrod,
The Zeros,
Roger Hodgson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Blancmange,
Minutemen,
The Monks,
Faust,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.