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 Honduras and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 E-Dancer to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Slave,
Chris & Cosey,
Toni Rubio,
Duran Duran,
Aural Exciters,
Silicon Teens,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Grauzone,
Wasted Youth,
Peter and Kerry,
Archie Shepp,
Niagra,
The Kinks,
Subhumans,
Technova,
Joe Finger,
The Sisters of Mercy,
OOIOO,
The Evens,
LL Cool J,
Easy Going,
Blancmange,
Dennis Brown,
Eric B and Rakim,
Erasure,
Amazonics,
Zero Boys,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
EPMD,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tubeway Army,
David Bowie,
Rekid,
Nas,
Animal Collective,
Camberwell Now,
Lightning Bolt,
Hot Snakes,
Rapeman,
kango's stein massive,
Pere Ubu,
Juan Atkins,
Sixth Finger,
Urselle,
Kurtis Blow,
Scratch Acid,
Fela Kuti,
Little Man,
Andrew Hill,
The Blackbyrds,
Funkadelic,
The Toasters,
Lou Christie,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mantronix,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Misunderstood,
Bobby Womack,
Althea and Donna,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.