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 Sierra Leone and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Public Image Ltd. to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
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,
Camouflage,
Marcia Griffiths,
Depeche Mode,
Janne Schatter,
D'Angelo,
Black Pus,
R.M.O.,
The Associates,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fatback Band,
Pole,
The Tremeloes,
Animal Collective,
The American Breed,
Slave,
Reuben Wilson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Das Ding,
Cheater Slicks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Sound,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Spandau Ballet,
The Count Five,
Prince Buster,
Al Stewart,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Johnny Osbourne,
Arthur Verocai,
The Skatalites,
The Techniques,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Marc Almond,
Y Pants,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dawn Penn,
Bill Wells,
Davy DMX,
Joey Negro,
Kenny Larkin,
Shuggie Otis,
X-102,
Peter & Gordon,
Mo-Dettes,
Ken Boothe,
Kas Product,
Nico,
Joe Finger,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pantytec,
The Barracudas,
the Association,
Gil Scott Heron,
Essential Logic,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cameo,
Niagra,
Thompson Twins,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.