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 New Zealand and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Christie to the disco 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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
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,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bobby Byrd,
L. Decosne,
The Electric Prunes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Brass Construction,
Fatback Band,
Yazoo,
Marshall Jefferson,
Half Japanese,
X-102,
The Divine Comedy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Standells,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Slackers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gang Green,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bush Tetras,
Sonic Youth,
Adolescents,
Robert Wyatt,
Zapp,
Anakelly,
Metal Thangz,
Ultravox,
The Raincoats,
Angry Samoans,
Sixth Finger,
Visage,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lucky Dragons,
Icehouse,
Dual Sessions,
Arthur Verocai,
Joey Negro,
Chrome,
Procol Harum,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Skatalites,
Terry Callier,
Camberwell Now,
Easy Going,
Junior Murvin,
Laurel Aitken,
Tres Demented,
R.M.O.,
Model 500,
Archie Shepp,
Godley & Creme,
June of 44,
The Knickerbockers,
Outsiders,
Prince Buster,
Kayak,
The Modern Lovers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.