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 Djibouti and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 John Foxx to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
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,
Ronan,
In Retrospect,
Morten Harket,
Banda Bassotti,
Saccharine Trust,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lindisfarne,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Barracudas,
Yaz,
Alphaville,
Danielle Patucci,
Erasure,
Pagans,
Blossom Toes,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Dead C,
Pet Shop Boys,
Das Ding,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Sonics,
The Victims,
Shuggie Otis,
The Gories,
Eurythmics,
Quadrant,
Tropical Tobacco,
John Cale,
Ultra Naté,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rites of Spring,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Gap Band,
The Vogues,
Minor Threat,
Bob Dylan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Derrick Morgan,
Au Pairs,
Rekid,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Germs,
The Techniques,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dual Sessions,
Heaven 17,
Donny Hathaway,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Excepter,
Marc Almond,
Cymande,
The Gun Club,
The Cramps,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bronski Beat,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Crime,
Malaria!,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.