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 Mauritania and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
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,
Lungfish,
Gabor Szabo,
Deadbeat,
Symarip,
Marc Almond,
Sonic Youth,
Skaos,
Robert Görl,
The Velvet Underground,
Angry Samoans,
Pere Ubu,
Nation of Ulysses,
Spoonie Gee,
Rites of Spring,
Little Man,
Sarah Menescal,
Nick Fraelich,
Ponytail,
The United States of America,
Jeff Lynne,
David Bowie,
Fela Kuti,
The Flesh Eaters,
JFA,
Kayak,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Trojans,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ken Boothe,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tomorrow,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Walker Brothers,
Fad Gadget,
The Last Poets,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nils Olav,
Kenny Larkin,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bronski Beat,
The Leaves,
Slave,
Agent Orange,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nik Kershaw,
The Pop Group,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Gladiators,
Marvin Gaye,
Dennis Brown,
Derrick Morgan,
Cal Tjader,
The Human League,
10cc,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.