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 Niger and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 Shanghai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Cymande to the grunge 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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
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,
Crooked Eye,
Guru Guru,
the Soft Cell,
Ultra Naté,
Spandau Ballet,
The Stooges,
Brass Construction,
Rotary Connection,
The Sonics,
Subhumans,
Groovy Waters,
Angry Samoans,
Simply Red,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lucky Dragons,
Darondo,
Eddi Front,
The Cowsills,
The Beau Brummels,
New Order,
Magma,
Sound Behaviour,
MC5,
Mission of Burma,
The Fuzztones,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
E-Dancer,
Bobby Sherman,
The Move,
Thee Headcoats,
The American Breed,
Dead Boys,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Residents,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
48th St. Collective,
Joyce Sims,
Terrestrial Tones,
Siglo XX,
Soft Cell,
Agent Orange,
LL Cool J,
The J.B.'s,
Dennis Brown,
Quantec,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Television,
Moby Grape,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Juan Atkins,
Black Bananas,
The Blues Magoos,
The Moody Blues,
Joey Negro,
The Moleskins,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.