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 Bahamas and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 Stockholm and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Yusef Lateef to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Janne Schatter,
Susan Cadogan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lalann,
Pere Ubu,
This Heat,
Amazonics,
The Modern Lovers,
the Sonics,
Brothers Johnson,
Duran Duran,
Lower 48,
Maleditus Sound,
Jandek,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Spandau Ballet,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
FM Einheit,
Little Man,
The Blues Magoos,
Anthony Braxton,
Dave Gahan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ken Boothe,
Rosa Yemen,
Circle Jerks,
Dark Day,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fela Kuti,
KRS-One,
Absolute Body Control,
Smog,
Public Image Ltd.,
Symarip,
Panda Bear,
Goldenarms,
The Tremeloes,
Pantaleimon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lindisfarne,
Stiv Bators,
Scott Walker,
The Fall,
Roger Hodgson,
DJ Style,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Reagan Youth,
Marmalade,
Japan,
Animal Collective,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Moleskins,
James White and The Blacks,
Rakim,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.