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 Ghana and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Joy Division to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
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,
The Sound,
Pylon,
The Names,
The Move,
Jeru the Damaja,
Piero Umiliani,
Gang of Four,
Susan Cadogan,
The Cowsills,
Drexciya,
Mission of Burma,
Boz Scaggs,
Aswad,
Lalo Schifrin,
Boredoms,
Terrestrial Tones,
Aloha Tigers,
Fatback Band,
Alphaville,
The American Breed,
Metal Thangz,
Crooked Eye,
10cc,
Electric Prunes,
T. Rex,
Average White Band,
Minny Pops,
Malaria!,
Dennis Brown,
Smog,
Siglo XX,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sixth Finger,
Young Marble Giants,
Guru Guru,
Panda Bear,
Ken Boothe,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Hasil Adkins,
Leonard Cohen,
David Axelrod,
X-101,
JFA,
Los Fastidios,
Shuggie Otis,
Howard Jones,
Reagan Youth,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Human League,
The Blues Magoos,
Ronnie Foster,
the Slits,
Amon Düül II,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Liliput,
Eric Dolphy,
The Monks,
Bobby Womack,
Soulsonic Force,
Qualms,
Q65,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.