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 Guinea-Bissau and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Jeff Lynne to the disco 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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
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,
Thee Headcoats,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Swell Maps,
Echospace,
Mo-Dettes,
The Saints,
Yellowson,
Heaven 17,
Cecil Taylor,
the Swans,
John Cale,
DJ Style,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tropical Tobacco,
Black Pus,
The Selecter,
Moebius,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Al Stewart,
Radiohead,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Wings,
The Grass Roots,
The Shadows of Knight,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Arcadia,
Soft Cell,
Judy Mowatt,
Roy Ayers,
Cymande,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pylon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fad Gadget,
Lower 48,
Ultra Naté,
The Vogues,
The Mojo Men,
Harpers Bizarre,
Saccharine Trust,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Matthew Halsall,
Swans,
Todd Rundgren,
Rites of Spring,
Funky Four + One,
Barrington Levy,
LL Cool J,
Can,
Schoolly D,
Deakin,
Stereo Dub,
Pere Ubu,
Banda Bassotti,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Toasters,
the Human League,
kango's stein massive,
Nils Olav,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.