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 Argentina and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 guitar 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 Archie Shepp to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
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,
Amon Düül II,
Negative Approach,
Altered Images,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Moody Blues,
The Black Dice,
Magma,
Flipper,
Panda Bear,
Eric Dolphy,
MDC,
Whodini,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Hashim,
Minny Pops,
Throbbing Gristle,
Camouflage,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Basic Channel,
David Axelrod,
Curtis Mayfield,
a-ha,
Sugar Minott,
Chrome,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Faraquet,
The Fall,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bang On A Can,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Young Rascals,
Pagans,
Stiv Bators,
Joe Smooth,
Mars,
Y Pants,
Barbara Tucker,
Essential Logic,
Pantaleimon,
Gang Green,
Underground Resistance,
The Knickerbockers,
Sparks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Barry Ungar,
Erasure,
B.T. Express,
T.S.O.L.,
The Smiths,
Ronan,
The Residents,
Soulsonic Force,
Scion,
The Mojo Men,
the Association,
Derrick May,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.