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 Brunei and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 mellotron 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 Motorama to the crunk 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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Camberwell Now,
Davy DMX,
The Misunderstood,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Alton Ellis,
Vladislav Delay,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Tres Demented,
Joensuu 1685,
June of 44,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Association,
Wally Richardson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Raincoats,
Quantec,
Minor Threat,
Das Ding,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Make Up,
Grauzone,
Colin Newman,
Bill Wells,
Bluetip,
Aswad,
Wolf Eyes,
Visage,
Michelle Simonal,
Pantytec,
The Velvet Underground,
Lou Christie,
Kevin Saunderson,
A Certain Ratio,
The Names,
The Sound,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Slits,
Todd Terry,
Ken Boothe,
Metal Thangz,
Quando Quango,
Kaleidoscope,
Deepchord,
The Pop Group,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eve St. Jones,
Judy Mowatt,
Franke,
The Move,
Donald Byrd,
Black Sheep,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ultra Naté,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.