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 Slovakia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kayak to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Trojans. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
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,
Electric Prunes,
Charles Mingus,
Joy Division,
Tubeway Army,
The Durutti Column,
The Motions,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Buckinghams,
Godley & Creme,
Janne Schatter,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sällskapet,
D'Angelo,
Lebanon Hanover,
Maleditus Sound,
AZ,
Letta Mbulu,
Joensuu 1685,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jeff Mills,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Graham Central Station,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Funkadelic,
New York Dolls,
Sexual Harrassment,
Interpol,
Terry Callier,
Intrusion,
The Pretty Things,
Smog,
Aural Exciters,
Black Sheep,
the Soft Cell,
Half Japanese,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Minutemen,
Minor Threat,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nick Fraelich,
Amazonics,
Bobby Sherman,
Thee Headcoats,
Fluxion,
The Young Rascals,
The Barracudas,
Cal Tjader,
Suburban Knight,
Soul Sonic Force,
Country Teasers,
Bluetip,
Gregory Isaacs,
Roxy Music,
Albert Ayler,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.