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 Guinea-Bissau and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 arpeggiator 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 Lou Reed to the techno 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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a linndrum.
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 Pop Group,
Bronski Beat,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fatback Band,
Hoover,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Cecil Taylor,
New Order,
Bill Wells,
Heaven 17,
Tim Buckley,
ABBA,
Joyce Sims,
Camberwell Now,
Massinfluence,
Man Eating Sloth,
Duran Duran,
The Busters,
the Fania All-Stars,
Harry Pussy,
Fad Gadget,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Cure,
The Count Five,
Second Layer,
Aural Exciters,
Tom Boy,
The American Breed,
The Durutti Column,
Bush Tetras,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Moebius,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ultra Naté,
The Red Krayola,
Hasil Adkins,
Eric Dolphy,
The Dead C,
Hashim,
Jacob Miller,
Erykah Badu,
Sunsets and Hearts,
kango's stein massive,
the Slits,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rites of Spring,
The Star Department,
Nation of Ulysses,
Curtis Mayfield,
Graham Central Station,
Soft Machine,
Oblivians,
Quando Quango,
Al Stewart,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Litter,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sixth Finger,
Swell Maps,
Lindisfarne,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.