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 Nauru and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar 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 Scan 7 to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mark Hollis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
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,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eden Ahbez,
The Slits,
Toni Rubio,
Patti Smith,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Velvet Underground,
Qualms,
Barrington Levy,
MDC,
John Lydon,
Chris Corsano,
Brick,
Bobby Womack,
Juan Atkins,
Roxy Music,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Flipper,
Marshall Jefferson,
Howard Jones,
The Durutti Column,
Ice-T,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Marmalade,
Model 500,
Skarface,
Marcia Griffiths,
PIL,
Pole,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Litter,
Radiohead,
Black Sheep,
John Coltrane,
One Last Wish,
Half Japanese,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tim Buckley,
Rotary Connection,
Malaria!,
the Human League,
Warren Ellis,
Yaz,
Eurythmics,
The Electric Prunes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Radio Birdman,
Grandmaster Flash,
Freddie Wadling,
Bluetip,
the Sonics,
Erykah Badu,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cal Tjader,
Idris Muhammad,
Minutemen,
Byron Stingily,
Sex Pistols,
Fat Boys,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bush Tetras,
The Stooges,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.