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 Rwanda and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Prince Buster to the grime 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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
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,
Lindisfarne,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Banda Bassotti,
The Smoke,
The Vogues,
Fatback Band,
Sam Rivers,
Basic Channel,
Television,
Aural Exciters,
Joe Smooth,
Eurythmics,
Vladislav Delay,
Silicon Teens,
Scrapy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Trumans Water,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lou Christie,
Mantronix,
Metal Thangz,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lakeside,
Brand Nubian,
cv313,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sun City Girls,
DJ Style,
The Toasters,
Scientists,
Groovy Waters,
Sound Behaviour,
Little Man,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Fugs,
Television Personalities,
Eve St. Jones,
Angry Samoans,
Wally Richardson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Buzzcocks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fifty Foot Hose,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rekid,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Shoche,
John Lydon,
The Happenings,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Black Dice,
The Remains,
Skaos,
Zero Boys,
Joyce Sims,
Joe Finger,
the Soft Cell,
The Divine Comedy,
Minutemen,
Jeru the Damaja,
ABBA,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.