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 Serbia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Glasgow.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Technova to the rock 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb 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,
Alison Limerick,
Fad Gadget,
Sonny Sharrock,
PIL,
Zero Boys,
Young Marble Giants,
The Victims,
Blake Baxter,
Mark Hollis,
Scott Walker,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Shadows of Knight,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Misunderstood,
Ultra Naté,
Eurythmics,
Severed Heads,
The Moody Blues,
Robert Wyatt,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Can,
Sun Ra,
Quando Quango,
JFA,
Kaleidoscope,
The Saints,
Unwound,
Fat Boys,
Vainqueur,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Music Machine,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rotary Connection,
Crime,
Spoonie Gee,
The Beau Brummels,
The Walker Brothers,
Byron Stingily,
Mo-Dettes,
The Skatalites,
L. Decosne,
Hasil Adkins,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Scrapy,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Pop Group,
Rekid,
cv313,
Eli Mardock,
Soul Sonic Force,
Wings,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Maleditus Sound,
Public Enemy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Freddie Wadling,
Interpol,
Gong,
The Fugs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
CMW,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.