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 Nigeria and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Houston.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gories to the techno 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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
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,
Lalann,
Bang On A Can,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dead Boys,
Tropical Tobacco,
Minutemen,
Glenn Branca,
Duran Duran,
48th St. Collective,
The Last Poets,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Cramps,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bronski Beat,
Easy Going,
Flipper,
Crash Course in Science,
The Skatalites,
Scrapy,
David McCallum,
Gabor Szabo,
the Slits,
Camberwell Now,
B.T. Express,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Toasters,
Tommy Roe,
Lightning Bolt,
Dave Gahan,
Magazine,
Unrelated Segments,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Essential Logic,
Surgeon,
Jandek,
Matthew Bourne,
The Buckinghams,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Marc Almond,
Gregory Isaacs,
Slave,
The Wake,
Echospace,
Sister Nancy,
Main Source,
Byron Stingily,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ohio Players,
Cymande,
The United States of America,
The Pop Group,
DNA,
The J.B.'s,
Aloha Tigers,
L. Decosne,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Dirtbombs,
The Sonics,
Technova,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.