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 Cambodia and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tehran.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Wings to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Motions. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Los Fastidios,
The Searchers,
Soulsonic Force,
Tears for Fears,
the Sonics,
Stetsasonic,
The Alarm Clocks,
Procol Harum,
Fat Boys,
Infiniti,
Radio Birdman,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dual Sessions,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sexual Harrassment,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tres Demented,
In Retrospect,
The Litter,
The Trojans,
Clear Light,
Rotary Connection,
Prince Buster,
Gong,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eddi Front,
Fear,
New Age Steppers,
James White and The Blacks,
The Wake,
The Tremeloes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Darondo,
Gang Starr,
Sex Pistols,
Yusef Lateef,
Metal Thangz,
a-ha,
Country Teasers,
Flipper,
Ken Boothe,
K-Klass,
Oneida,
Chris Corsano,
Eve St. Jones,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Wasted Youth,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nation of Ulysses,
Electric Prunes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Hashim,
The Slits,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Johnny Clarke,
D'Angelo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Selecter,
Lucky Dragons,
The Raincoats,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.