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 Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Zeros to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
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,
Skriet,
Das Ding,
The Music Machine,
Massinfluence,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Aloha Tigers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Excepter,
KRS-One,
K-Klass,
Eddi Front,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ten City,
Aswad,
Kurtis Blow,
Mad Mike,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Magazine,
Pierre Henry,
Cluster,
Urselle,
Soul II Soul,
Jeff Lynne,
Connie Case,
F. McDonald,
Cymande,
Anthony Braxton,
Con Funk Shun,
The Move,
Jacob Miller,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tim Buckley,
Yazoo,
Masters at Work,
The Toasters,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Victims,
Boz Scaggs,
Dark Day,
The Knickerbockers,
Procol Harum,
Zapp,
Can,
Arthur Verocai,
Jimmy McGriff,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rapeman,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ornette Coleman,
David Bowie,
Gong,
Swell Maps,
Cameo,
The Mojo Men,
Make Up,
The Invisible,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bill Near,
Wire,
Godley & Creme,
The Count Five,
Matthew Bourne,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.