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 Gambia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 mellotron 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 Siglo XX to the crunk 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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Jeru the Damaja,
Niagra,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mark Hollis,
Desert Stars,
The Gories,
10cc,
The Slits,
H. Thieme,
The Fortunes,
The United States of America,
The Tremeloes,
EPMD,
T.S.O.L.,
David Axelrod,
Gang Gang Dance,
Can,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Zero Boys,
Spoonie Gee,
Gong,
Gang Starr,
Quando Quango,
Blake Baxter,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Marc Almond,
Reuben Wilson,
The Leaves,
Shuggie Otis,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Wally Richardson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Blancmange,
Lee Hazlewood,
Absolute Body Control,
Marmalade,
The Misunderstood,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Royal Trux,
The Associates,
Piero Umiliani,
The Kinks,
Dual Sessions,
Pagans,
Qualms,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jandek,
Alice Coltrane,
Aaron Thompson,
Newcleus,
the Human League,
The Slackers,
Fluxion,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Soft Cell,
Joy Division,
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.