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 Rwanda and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lyon.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Isaac Hayes to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
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,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lucky Dragons,
Sister Nancy,
Black Pus,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Happenings,
Theoretical Girls,
Angry Samoans,
Radio Birdman,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pantaleimon,
Deepchord,
Suicide,
Minny Pops,
Man Parrish,
Reuben Wilson,
The Knickerbockers,
Barry Ungar,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bluetip,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Newcleus,
Slick Rick,
The Associates,
Bill Wells,
The Count Five,
Gang of Four,
Laurel Aitken,
Wasted Youth,
E-Dancer,
Carl Craig,
Mark Hollis,
Schoolly D,
Drive Like Jehu,
Byron Stingily,
Make Up,
Gabor Szabo,
Alphaville,
The Gun Club,
The United States of America,
a-ha,
Whodini,
Reagan Youth,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bobby Sherman,
Ronnie Foster,
The Dead C,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Masters at Work,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Massinfluence,
The Victims,
Soft Cell,
Metal Thangz,
Rhythm & Sound,
Con Funk Shun,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.