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 Marshall Islands and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sandy B to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson 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 mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
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,
Audionom,
Eli Mardock,
the Fania All-Stars,
Maleditus Sound,
The Monks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Cramps,
Bill Wells,
The Saints,
Althea and Donna,
Aswad,
Country Teasers,
The Fortunes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kenny Larkin,
Sällskapet,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Cymande,
MDC,
Camberwell Now,
Johnny Clarke,
Whodini,
Camouflage,
CMW,
Stereo Dub,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nils Olav,
Tropical Tobacco,
Massinfluence,
The Beau Brummels,
The Wake,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
David Axelrod,
Y Pants,
The Red Krayola,
John Lydon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nik Kershaw,
Mission of Burma,
Rosa Yemen,
Symarip,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Angry Samoans,
Suburban Knight,
Deepchord,
Ultra Naté,
Technova,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gang of Four,
Ultravox,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
L. Decosne,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ornette Coleman,
The Knickerbockers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Wire,
Newcleus,
the Swans,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.