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 Italy and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Michael McDonald 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
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,
Infiniti,
Boogie Down Productions,
Model 500,
The New Christs,
Oblivians,
Minny Pops,
Matthew Halsall,
Tommy Roe,
Tears for Fears,
Jeru the Damaja,
Basic Channel,
Hot Snakes,
Slick Rick,
Alton Ellis,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cluster,
Gregory Isaacs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Vainqueur,
Derrick May,
Barbara Tucker,
Rapeman,
Davy DMX,
Animal Collective,
Donny Hathaway,
Rod Modell,
DJ Sneak,
Marmalade,
Cecil Taylor,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nirvana,
Carl Craig,
Pussy Galore,
Lightning Bolt,
Radiopuhelimet,
Funky Four + One,
Cheater Slicks,
Loose Ends,
Young Marble Giants,
Lucky Dragons,
The Move,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
World's Most,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Procol Harum,
Cameo,
Anthony Braxton,
The Gladiators,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bill Wells,
Buzzcocks,
Skriet,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Searchers,
Ultravox,
Todd Terry,
Angry Samoans,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.