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 Korea South and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Toni Rubio to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
PIL,
Barry Ungar,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Derrick May,
Joensuu 1685,
Underground Resistance,
Soulsonic Force,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rapeman,
The New Christs,
World's Most,
Los Fastidios,
Porter Ricks,
In Retrospect,
Girls At Our Best!,
Moss Icon,
Bush Tetras,
Country Teasers,
Tears for Fears,
Livin' Joy,
Swell Maps,
Dead Boys,
Eric Copeland,
June of 44,
The Shadows of Knight,
Arcadia,
Masters at Work,
Radio Birdman,
La Düsseldorf,
Pere Ubu,
D'Angelo,
K-Klass,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Moebius,
Warren Ellis,
Maurizio,
The Move,
Suicide,
Brick,
Au Pairs,
Vainqueur,
Subhumans,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cheater Slicks,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Wake,
The Monochrome Set,
The Five Americans,
Dual Sessions,
Supertramp,
Hot Snakes,
The Count Five,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Soft Cell,
Rod Modell,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Roxy Music,
The Litter,
Sex Pistols,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jeff Mills,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.