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 Indonesia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the rock 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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
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,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pussy Galore,
Todd Rundgren,
The Real Kids,
Suburban Knight,
John Cale,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Deepchord,
Yaz,
Bad Manners,
The Mojo Men,
Bizarre Inc.,
Icehouse,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Aswad,
The Gladiators,
Model 500,
Bush Tetras,
Echospace,
The Walker Brothers,
Harry Pussy,
Stiv Bators,
kango's stein massive,
The Grass Roots,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eurythmics,
Tomorrow,
T.S.O.L.,
Rufus Thomas,
Grauzone,
Symarip,
David Axelrod,
Animal Collective,
Bobby Womack,
Pagans,
Piero Umiliani,
Dennis Brown,
Inner City,
Slave,
Sugar Minott,
Au Pairs,
Hardrive,
The American Breed,
Fluxion,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gichy Dan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Scratch Acid,
Ultra Naté,
ABBA,
Matthew Halsall,
Excepter,
Guru Guru,
The Shadows of Knight,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Black Moon,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Five Americans,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.