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 Libya and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 oboe 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 The Neon Judgement to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Janne Schatter,
Index,
48th St. Collective,
Monolake,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lalo Schifrin,
UT,
The Velvet Underground,
Rakim,
Danielle Patucci,
MC5,
Joey Negro,
Jeff Mills,
Susan Cadogan,
cv313,
B.T. Express,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lyres,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cal Tjader,
Massinfluence,
KRS-One,
The Beau Brummels,
Oblivians,
John Holt,
Easy Going,
Drive Like Jehu,
Soul II Soul,
Black Moon,
Henry Cow,
Scott Walker,
Sällskapet,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pylon,
Patti Smith,
Niagra,
Marc Almond,
Kayak,
Crooked Eye,
Nation of Ulysses,
These Immortal Souls,
David Axelrod,
Young Marble Giants,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Angels of Light,
kango's stein massive,
June of 44,
Cameo,
Nico,
Bobby Byrd,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Idris Muhammad,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bang On A Can,
JFA,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Leaves,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.