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 Uganda and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 808 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 Derrick Morgan to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
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,
Rosa Yemen,
This Heat,
Rekid,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pagans,
The J.B.'s,
The Dirtbombs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Wings,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Deakin,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ornette Coleman,
DJ Style,
ABBA,
Organ,
Absolute Body Control,
The New Christs,
New Order,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tomorrow,
Niagra,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Minor Threat,
Toni Rubio,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Cowsills,
Vainqueur,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Black Sheep,
the Swans,
Faust,
Oblivians,
Jerry's Kids,
Altered Images,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
In Retrospect,
Morten Harket,
Surgeon,
David McCallum,
The Wake,
Johnny Clarke,
The Searchers,
John Coltrane,
Jeff Mills,
The Blackbyrds,
Ronnie Foster,
Scion,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Scratch Acid,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Moleskins,
Eve St. Jones,
B.T. Express,
Radiohead,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Gladiators,
Peter & Gordon,
Pantaleimon,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.