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 Korea South and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bootsy Collins to the electroclash 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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Joyce Sims,
Aural Exciters,
Ultra Naté,
Agitation Free,
The Detroit Cobras,
Y Pants,
Panda Bear,
Severed Heads,
Alison Limerick,
Flash Fearless,
Cameo,
Spoonie Gee,
Piero Umiliani,
Rakim,
The Gladiators,
Eddi Front,
T.S.O.L.,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Camberwell Now,
Fela Kuti,
Delta 5,
Black Pus,
The Mojo Men,
Warren Ellis,
Eric B and Rakim,
The United States of America,
The Gun Club,
Blossom Toes,
ABC,
The Motions,
The Fire Engines,
Eric Copeland,
The Tremeloes,
The Velvet Underground,
Cymande,
X-Ray Spex,
The Stooges,
Susan Cadogan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dark Day,
Symarip,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Sonics,
Metal Thangz,
FM Einheit,
The Divine Comedy,
Neil Young,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Michelle Simonal,
Peter & Gordon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Clear Light,
Negative Approach,
Sixth Finger,
Harmonia,
Amazonics,
Pet Shop Boys,
Thee Headcoats,
Stiv Bators,
Au Pairs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz.
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.