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 Monaco and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Taipei.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 B.T. Express to the grime 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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
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,
Amon Düül,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ultravox,
Lungfish,
The Evens,
T. Rex,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Cybotron,
Gang Green,
Black Bananas,
The Slits,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kas Product,
Hot Snakes,
Oneida,
Slave,
The Techniques,
Oblivians,
Bobby Sherman,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Henry Cow,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Scientists,
Outsiders,
H. Thieme,
Andrew Hill,
Joe Finger,
UT,
Simply Red,
Organ,
Desert Stars,
The Grass Roots,
Funky Four + One,
Reagan Youth,
Terry Callier,
Archie Shepp,
Maleditus Sound,
Loose Ends,
Cymande,
K-Klass,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Toasters,
Charles Mingus,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Wasted Youth,
Bauhaus,
Pagans,
Scion,
Fugazi,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eurythmics,
Delta 5,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.