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 Panama and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Quantec to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sparks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Todd Terry,
Spandau Ballet,
The Gories,
Scientists,
The Walker Brothers,
Cameo,
Tears for Fears,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Hasil Adkins,
Buzzcocks,
The Fire Engines,
Andrew Hill,
Stetsasonic,
X-Ray Spex,
The United States of America,
Pere Ubu,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Henry Cow,
K-Klass,
Josef K,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Spoonie Gee,
Tim Buckley,
Robert Hood,
Sonny Sharrock,
Suburban Knight,
Soul II Soul,
FM Einheit,
Rosa Yemen,
Thee Headcoats,
Glambeats Corp.,
Marshall Jefferson,
Iggy Pop,
Kas Product,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Goldenarms,
Dennis Brown,
Visage,
Traffic Nightmare,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dual Sessions,
The Monks,
Boredoms,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Roger Hodgson,
Tres Demented,
Das Ding,
The Barracudas,
Joey Negro,
Amazonics,
The American Breed,
Darondo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel.
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.