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 Syria and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Hong Kong.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Royal Trux to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
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,
Ten City,
Adolescents,
The Flesh Eaters,
Glenn Branca,
Eric Copeland,
The Searchers,
Kaleidoscope,
Agent Orange,
The Skatalites,
Skarface,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Whodini,
Bronski Beat,
The Shadows of Knight,
Howard Jones,
Von Mondo,
Peter & Gordon,
Brass Construction,
David McCallum,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Max Romeo,
X-Ray Spex,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Crispy Ambulance,
Aswad,
Television,
Nils Olav,
The Wake,
Fear,
Robert Hood,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nas,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Das Ding,
Hashim,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
China Crisis,
Barclay James Harvest,
One Last Wish,
Black Pus,
Ice-T,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pet Shop Boys,
Camouflage,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mars,
Nick Fraelich,
The Monochrome Set,
Mission of Burma,
Suburban Knight,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Soft Cell,
Spandau Ballet,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.