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 Panama and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 theremin 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 Camouflage to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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,
Bluetip,
Scott Walker,
Skarface,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Flash Fearless,
Cymande,
Johnny Osbourne,
Television,
L. Decosne,
Toni Rubio,
Bobby Womack,
Pussy Galore,
The Fuzztones,
The Buckinghams,
Connie Case,
Kayak,
Marcia Griffiths,
Davy DMX,
Alison Limerick,
Panda Bear,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Misunderstood,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Wolf Eyes,
Popol Vuh,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kas Product,
Funkadelic,
Lindisfarne,
X-102,
Buzzcocks,
Mission of Burma,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Danielle Patucci,
T. Rex,
Scratch Acid,
New York Dolls,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fear,
Eden Ahbez,
Soul Sonic Force,
Royal Trux,
Tropical Tobacco,
Black Moon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Carl Craig,
Thompson Twins,
The Skatalites,
Archie Shepp,
Nik Kershaw,
Lyres,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Loose Ends,
The Remains,
Skaos,
Yellowson,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.