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 Cuba and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ponytail to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Sneak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Blackbyrds,
Kenny Larkin,
Oneida,
Grey Daturas,
Dead Boys,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Grandmaster Flash,
H. Thieme,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Television,
Hoover,
Skriet,
Thompson Twins,
Dave Gahan,
Todd Terry,
Silicon Teens,
Inner City,
Bobby Womack,
Boredoms,
Pere Ubu,
The J.B.'s,
JFA,
Malaria!,
Pulsallama,
Don Cherry,
New Order,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Pretty Things,
Wasted Youth,
B.T. Express,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Soft Cell,
The Durutti Column,
Unrelated Segments,
cv313,
Lakeside,
kango's stein massive,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ultravox,
8 Eyed Spy,
Matthew Bourne,
Jawbox,
The Dead C,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Michelle Simonal,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Vogues,
Talk Talk,
David Axelrod,
John Foxx,
Vladislav Delay,
Gang Gang Dance,
E-Dancer,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Golliwogs,
Camberwell Now,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Black Sheep,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kool Moe Dee,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.