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 Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Lungfish to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
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,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Judy Mowatt,
T.S.O.L.,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Searchers,
Fela Kuti,
The Selecter,
Cecil Taylor,
The Fuzztones,
The Gap Band,
Freddie Wadling,
Maleditus Sound,
David McCallum,
The Toasters,
Hoover,
Heaven 17,
The Velvet Underground,
Minor Threat,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tres Demented,
Lakeside,
John Lydon,
Essential Logic,
Gang Starr,
Brothers Johnson,
The Wake,
Quadrant,
Suicide,
The Seeds,
Swans,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Los Fastidios,
Rites of Spring,
Nirvana,
Tomorrow,
Ossler,
Yusef Lateef,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Metal Thangz,
Nick Fraelich,
Arcadia,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Techniques,
E-Dancer,
The Tremeloes,
Thompson Twins,
MC5,
The Dave Clark Five,
Derrick Morgan,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Pretty Things,
Eve St. Jones,
Matthew Halsall,
Crash Course in Science,
Tears for Fears,
Panda Bear,
Kayak,
Erykah Badu,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
48th St. Collective,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.