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 Zambia and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 organ 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 Carl Craig to the grime 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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bill Wells,
the Germs,
Slave,
K-Klass,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
U.S. Maple,
Stetsasonic,
Sonic Youth,
Flash Fearless,
Andrew Hill,
Deepchord,
The Saints,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Doobie Brothers,
Goldenarms,
Bob Dylan,
John Holt,
OOIOO,
Eve St. Jones,
Sight & Sound,
Rufus Thomas,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Freddie Wadling,
Circle Jerks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
X-Ray Spex,
Quadrant,
Mandrill,
The Fuzztones,
Oblivians,
Grey Daturas,
ABC,
Yusef Lateef,
Moebius,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dave Gahan,
Laurel Aitken,
The Happenings,
Accadde A,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Toasters,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Easy Going,
Marmalade,
The Seeds,
Minutemen,
Bootsy Collins,
Public Enemy,
Cluster,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Joey Negro,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Chris & Cosey,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Minny Pops,
Roxy Music,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.