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 Iceland and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Moody Blues to the funk 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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
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,
Pere Ubu,
New Order,
Visage,
Bill Wells,
Scrapy,
The Music Machine,
Massinfluence,
Theoretical Girls,
Newcleus,
Rekid,
T. Rex,
The Birthday Party,
Barry Ungar,
ABC,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dual Sessions,
Jawbox,
Das Ding,
Yusef Lateef,
Erykah Badu,
Eden Ahbez,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
June of 44,
Rosa Yemen,
Johnny Osbourne,
Clear Light,
Urselle,
Steve Hackett,
Adolescents,
Symarip,
Arcadia,
Soft Cell,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bauhaus,
Excepter,
Make Up,
Aaron Thompson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ornette Coleman,
The Star Department,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sällskapet,
Althea and Donna,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Audionom,
Ituana,
Essential Logic,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rotary Connection,
Electric Prunes,
Sarah Menescal,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Delta 5,
Soul II Soul,
Sam Rivers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Radiopuhelimet,
Camouflage,
Marc Almond,
Pet Shop Boys,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.