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 Iraq and from Tehran.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 snare 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 Sun City Girls 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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
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,
LL Cool J,
The Raincoats,
The Walker Brothers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Skriet,
Slave,
Traffic Nightmare,
Flipper,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Minor Threat,
Bauhaus,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
T. Rex,
Aswad,
Bluetip,
Max Romeo,
Soul II Soul,
Q and Not U,
Panda Bear,
The Happenings,
The Fuzztones,
Yusef Lateef,
Gong,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gerry Rafferty,
Shuggie Otis,
Ultra Naté,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Grauzone,
Bob Dylan,
Nils Olav,
Bill Wells,
Agent Orange,
Harpers Bizarre,
Brick,
John Foxx,
Liliput,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Alphaville,
Radio Birdman,
Sight & Sound,
Chrome,
These Immortal Souls,
Hoover,
The Kinks,
X-101,
The Moody Blues,
Sonny Sharrock,
Accadde A,
Scratch Acid,
Sister Nancy,
Aural Exciters,
Hot Snakes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Al Stewart,
The Techniques,
Royal Trux,
Suburban Knight,
Scan 7,
The Associates,
Blossom Toes,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.