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 Malawi and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 mellotron 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 Mandrill to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
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,
Warren Ellis,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fatback Band,
June of 44,
Index,
Marine Girls,
Colin Newman,
The Fugs,
JFA,
The Kinks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tomorrow,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
D'Angelo,
Skarface,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Drexciya,
Eddi Front,
Boz Scaggs,
The Move,
Todd Rundgren,
Sound Behaviour,
The Litter,
The Gun Club,
Tim Buckley,
Ponytail,
Nas,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Soul II Soul,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Brothers Johnson,
Swell Maps,
The Angels of Light,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Seeds,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rod Modell,
Quando Quango,
Dawn Penn,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Thompson Twins,
Fad Gadget,
Junior Murvin,
Y Pants,
Tres Demented,
Barclay James Harvest,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Durutti Column,
Tom Boy,
Black Pus,
Albert Ayler,
Barry Ungar,
Easy Going,
Mandrill,
Little Man,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.