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 Grenada and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Scratch Acid to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Velvet Underground,
Ohio Players,
Soul II Soul,
The Slackers,
Sandy B,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Roxette,
June Days,
Spoonie Gee,
Derrick May,
Pet Shop Boys,
Donny Hathaway,
Cal Tjader,
Negative Approach,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
One Last Wish,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Invisible,
Angry Samoans,
Vainqueur,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fela Kuti,
Soft Machine,
the Soft Cell,
The Dead C,
The Residents,
Idris Muhammad,
Don Cherry,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Quantec,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eurythmics,
The Blues Magoos,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kas Product,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ken Boothe,
Hashim,
Pere Ubu,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Piero Umiliani,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
10cc,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Depeche Mode,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pussy Galore,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Crispian St. Peters,
Zero Boys,
Brothers Johnson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ossler,
Panda Bear,
Newcleus,
Tom Boy,
CMW,
The Gladiators,
Kenny Larkin,
Slave,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.