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 Seychelles and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Pagans to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
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,
Godley & Creme,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Kinks,
The Monks,
Groovy Waters,
Sight & Sound,
Dark Day,
Nas,
Pylon,
Skaos,
Faraquet,
Easy Going,
the Sonics,
Bobby Sherman,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Yazoo,
Interpol,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Fortunes,
Cheater Slicks,
The Selecter,
JFA,
June of 44,
Rufus Thomas,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
PIL,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Young Marble Giants,
The Electric Prunes,
Henry Cow,
Echospace,
Malaria!,
Traffic Nightmare,
Prince Buster,
Parry Music,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Subhumans,
Joensuu 1685,
Sixth Finger,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Sonics,
World's Most,
Popol Vuh,
Tom Boy,
Metal Thangz,
Pharoah Sanders,
ABC,
FM Einheit,
New Age Steppers,
Carl Craig,
the Association,
Swell Maps,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pantaleimon,
Nirvana,
Main Source,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.