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 Tajikistan and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Blossom Toes to the grunge 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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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. Jay Z And Juelz,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pulsallama,
The Wake,
Radiopuhelimet,
ABC,
Arthur Verocai,
Donald Byrd,
Qualms,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Von Mondo,
The Gap Band,
The Monochrome Set,
The Seeds,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nas,
Bobby Womack,
Yellowson,
The Blues Magoos,
Crooked Eye,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Malaria!,
Dead Boys,
The Fire Engines,
Metal Thangz,
B.T. Express,
Bill Near,
Sparks,
The Dirtbombs,
The Monks,
Mad Mike,
Junior Murvin,
Fluxion,
Barry Ungar,
Boogie Down Productions,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Standells,
Toni Rubio,
Cybotron,
Infiniti,
Mr. Review,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
kango's stein massive,
MC5,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Mummies,
Arcadia,
The Searchers,
Eurythmics,
Funkadelic,
Godley & Creme,
Minnie Riperton,
Todd Rundgren,
Cecil Taylor,
Interpol,
Easy Going,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Real Kids,
Youth Brigade,
John Lydon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dennis Brown,
The Human League,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.