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 Grenada and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 clarinet 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 Crooked Eye to the punk 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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
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,
Skarface,
cv313,
Massinfluence,
Boz Scaggs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Marcia Griffiths,
D'Angelo,
Depeche Mode,
Sex Pistols,
The Fuzztones,
Thee Headcoats,
the Association,
Marvin Gaye,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Radio Birdman,
Marc Almond,
The Saints,
David Axelrod,
The Sound,
Siglo XX,
Hardrive,
Lucky Dragons,
Audionom,
Ultra Naté,
The Real Kids,
Blancmange,
Lee Hazlewood,
Barry Ungar,
Echospace,
Soft Cell,
Los Fastidios,
Man Eating Sloth,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Altered Images,
The Skatalites,
The Trojans,
Bootsy Collins,
Agent Orange,
Laurel Aitken,
Sam Rivers,
The Birthday Party,
Tears for Fears,
X-102,
Alison Limerick,
Radiohead,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Symarip,
Al Stewart,
Buzzcocks,
Malaria!,
Bill Wells,
Lalo Schifrin,
Robert Görl,
Amon Düül,
The Happenings,
Shoche,
Minutemen,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.