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 Jamaica and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 marimba 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 Arab on Radar to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Isaac Hayes,
Laurel Aitken,
June of 44,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
X-101,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Moleskins,
Metal Thangz,
Organ,
The Saints,
Minutemen,
Marcia Griffiths,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Donny Hathaway,
Byron Stingily,
The Star Department,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
John Lydon,
The Modern Lovers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nils Olav,
Con Funk Shun,
Q and Not U,
Rapeman,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Fall,
B.T. Express,
Bauhaus,
Stetsasonic,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Camouflage,
The Mojo Men,
The Standells,
Blake Baxter,
Kas Product,
In Retrospect,
Scan 7,
EPMD,
Thee Headcoats,
China Crisis,
Jerry's Kids,
Sarah Menescal,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Quando Quango,
Sex Pistols,
Flipper,
Sun City Girls,
Marmalade,
PIL,
Warren Ellis,
Avey Tare,
The Fortunes,
Drexciya,
KRS-One,
Soul Sonic Force,
cv313,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
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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.