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 Chad and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Toronto.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 the Soft Cell to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
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,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Slave,
Agent Orange,
The Cramps,
Sun Ra,
Joey Negro,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
David Bowie,
Althea and Donna,
Massinfluence,
Bob Dylan,
Interpol,
The Cure,
The Trojans,
Gastr Del Sol,
Smog,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dennis Brown,
Sound Behaviour,
The Doors,
The Gap Band,
the Bar-Kays,
Soft Machine,
Matthew Bourne,
Jacob Miller,
Tommy Roe,
Danielle Patucci,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Soft Cell,
Aswad,
ABC,
Amon Düül,
Ken Boothe,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Names,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Association,
X-101,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
KRS-One,
Lakeside,
Niagra,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bobby Sherman,
Fela Kuti,
The Fugs,
The United States of America,
Reagan Youth,
Pagans,
The Moleskins,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dual Sessions,
Roxy Music,
Eddi Front,
The Pretty Things,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Offenders,
The Move,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.