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 Argentina and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 grime 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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Connie Case,
Roy Ayers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Doobie Brothers,
E-Dancer,
R.M.O.,
Piero Umiliani,
Sparks,
Eric Copeland,
Intrusion,
Erasure,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Last Poets,
The Seeds,
Desert Stars,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Dirtbombs,
Quando Quango,
Minnie Riperton,
Supertramp,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Flesh Eaters,
Trumans Water,
Unrelated Segments,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pet Shop Boys,
New Age Steppers,
Fatback Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Surgeon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Aural Exciters,
Roxy Music,
Rakim,
Kool Moe Dee,
Saccharine Trust,
The Detroit Cobras,
Barclay James Harvest,
Marvin Gaye,
The Fire Engines,
The Beau Brummels,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Shoche,
Todd Terry,
Gastr Del Sol,
Blancmange,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Sound,
The Skatalites,
Soft Cell,
T. Rex,
Gil Scott Heron,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Man Parrish,
Minutemen,
Das Ding,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Yellowson,
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.