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 Portugal and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Arthur Verocai to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
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,
Malaria!,
Derrick May,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Durutti Column,
The Skatalites,
Ken Boothe,
Blancmange,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Offenders,
Pet Shop Boys,
cv313,
Scientists,
Ice-T,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Cramps,
The Doors,
Arcadia,
Von Mondo,
Gregory Isaacs,
T.S.O.L.,
Agent Orange,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Wire,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Trumans Water,
Faraquet,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Oblivians,
L. Decosne,
U.S. Maple,
The Kinks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Amazonics,
Lyres,
Maleditus Sound,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kas Product,
Dual Sessions,
Dorothy Ashby,
La Düsseldorf,
Bobby Sherman,
the Slits,
Motorama,
Section 25,
Man Eating Sloth,
Amon Düül II,
Popol Vuh,
Niagra,
JFA,
Lebanon Hanover,
Magma,
The Cure,
The Flesh Eaters,
Crash Course in Science,
Cheater Slicks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Whodini,
B.T. Express,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.