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 Micronesia and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Massinfluence to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
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,
The Raincoats,
The Sound,
The Golliwogs,
The Moody Blues,
Fat Boys,
Sonny Sharrock,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Busters,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Human League,
Tim Buckley,
Tom Boy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ice-T,
Swans,
The Divine Comedy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mars,
Funkadelic,
The Real Kids,
Howard Jones,
Matthew Bourne,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Altered Images,
Spandau Ballet,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cluster,
Con Funk Shun,
Andrew Hill,
the Sonics,
Bootsy Collins,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sun Ra,
Q65,
Soul Sonic Force,
Arcadia,
Ronan,
Trumans Water,
The Techniques,
Loose Ends,
Radiopuhelimet,
Faust,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Wake,
Minny Pops,
Suicide,
Amon Düül II,
The Flesh Eaters,
Maleditus Sound,
The Alarm Clocks,
Audionom,
The Remains,
Basic Channel,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Babytalk,
KRS-One,
Minnie Riperton,
Isaac Hayes,
The Monks,
the Germs,
Slick Rick,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.