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 United States and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Shoche to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
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,
Iggy Pop,
Sound Behaviour,
The Divine Comedy,
Moss Icon,
Magma,
Gang of Four,
Motorama,
Tres Demented,
Inner City,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Monks,
Minnie Riperton,
Boredoms,
Excepter,
Alton Ellis,
Unrelated Segments,
Radio Birdman,
The Evens,
The Cramps,
Pet Shop Boys,
Deepchord,
Drive Like Jehu,
Idris Muhammad,
Fad Gadget,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Fire Engines,
Graham Central Station,
John Lydon,
Joey Negro,
Judy Mowatt,
Wally Richardson,
Ituana,
Black Moon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nik Kershaw,
Peter and Kerry,
Nico,
Joensuu 1685,
Sight & Sound,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Harry Pussy,
Sam Rivers,
Howard Jones,
K-Klass,
Leonard Cohen,
Ralphi Rosario,
MC5,
Prince Buster,
Make Up,
Ossler,
Arthur Verocai,
Agent Orange,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
U.S. Maple,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.