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 Costa Rica and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Houston.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Dave Clark Five to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Television. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
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,
Camberwell Now,
8 Eyed Spy,
Section 25,
Alphaville,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eli Mardock,
Gregory Isaacs,
Yellowson,
Ken Boothe,
Pere Ubu,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Morten Harket,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ossler,
The Young Rascals,
The New Christs,
Shuggie Otis,
Mo-Dettes,
Boz Scaggs,
T. Rex,
Johnny Clarke,
The Doors,
X-101,
Sixth Finger,
Glambeats Corp.,
Babytalk,
The Mummies,
Swans,
Half Japanese,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Joy Division,
Cecil Taylor,
The Monks,
The Moleskins,
Eden Ahbez,
Gong,
Brass Construction,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Boredoms,
Icehouse,
Liliput,
Fad Gadget,
The United States of America,
The Smiths,
Brand Nubian,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Flash Fearless,
Quadrant,
Barry Ungar,
Warsaw,
Schoolly D,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Happenings,
Drexciya,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Soul II Soul,
John Cale,
Monks,
Letta Mbulu,
Roxy Music,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.