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 Palau and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Accra and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the güiro 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
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,
Stiv Bators,
Kayak,
Niagra,
Das Ding,
The Mojo Men,
The Offenders,
Lee Hazlewood,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Monks,
Stereo Dub,
Pole,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Los Fastidios,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Faust,
Subhumans,
DNA,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Scientists,
Goldenarms,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
In Retrospect,
Swans,
Electric Prunes,
Technova,
EPMD,
Public Enemy,
Anthony Braxton,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Smoke,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bobby Byrd,
The Pop Group,
Jeff Lynne,
Supertramp,
Banda Bassotti,
Hashim,
Tommy Roe,
The Happenings,
Alphaville,
Brand Nubian,
Laurel Aitken,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Piero Umiliani,
Whodini,
Marvin Gaye,
Marcia Griffiths,
This Heat,
Black Pus,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Toasters,
Popol Vuh,
Andrew Hill,
The Gladiators,
Franke,
Flash Fearless,
Moss Icon,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.