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 Denmark and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 harpsichord 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 Jeff Mills to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
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,
Sun City Girls,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lee Hazlewood,
Zapp,
Crispy Ambulance,
Marc Almond,
Suicide,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kas Product,
Roxette,
The Names,
Flamin' Groovies,
Icehouse,
The Cowsills,
Kerrie Biddell,
Henry Cow,
Roxy Music,
The Pretty Things,
The Barracudas,
David Axelrod,
Lalann,
The Busters,
Radio Birdman,
Zero Boys,
Cymande,
Scientists,
Pylon,
Essential Logic,
The Remains,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Simply Red,
Cheater Slicks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Scott Walker,
Joe Finger,
Don Cherry,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ultravox,
Goldenarms,
Electric Prunes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Archie Shepp,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Reuben Wilson,
These Immortal Souls,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gang Gang Dance,
Con Funk Shun,
Eurythmics,
Marvin Gaye,
Hardrive,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gastr Del Sol,
H. Thieme,
New Age Steppers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kayak,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Isaac Hayes,
Outsiders,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.