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 Switzerland and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 chamberlin 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 Pulsallama to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Skriet,
Nils Olav,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Alison Limerick,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pulsallama,
MDC,
L. Decosne,
Clear Light,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Divine Comedy,
Graham Central Station,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bauhaus,
The Star Department,
Country Teasers,
Whodini,
Marshall Jefferson,
Altered Images,
Chris Corsano,
The Searchers,
Cecil Taylor,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Judy Mowatt,
Girls At Our Best!,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ice-T,
Brand Nubian,
Pharoah Sanders,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Radiohead,
Drive Like Jehu,
Shoche,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Grauzone,
Masters at Work,
Mr. Review,
Lou Reed,
Thompson Twins,
Glambeats Corp.,
Tears for Fears,
Colin Newman,
Rhythm & Sound,
DJ Style,
F. McDonald,
Slave,
Das Ding,
Ronnie Foster,
Soul Sonic Force,
Absolute Body Control,
Electric Prunes,
Toni Rubio,
A Flock of Seagulls,
La Düsseldorf,
Crooked Eye,
The Standells,
Soulsonic Force,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.