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 Malaysia and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Smog to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Basic Channel,
Kevin Saunderson,
James White and The Blacks,
The Techniques,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Barrington Levy,
Brothers Johnson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Avey Tare,
Rites of Spring,
Kool Moe Dee,
Black Bananas,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Amazonics,
The Pretty Things,
Joy Division,
Bob Dylan,
Drive Like Jehu,
Radiohead,
The Busters,
Zapp,
The Fuzztones,
Scan 7,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rosa Yemen,
the Germs,
Negative Approach,
Ice-T,
OOIOO,
T.S.O.L.,
Yazoo,
Tom Boy,
Chris & Cosey,
Black Pus,
Talk Talk,
John Coltrane,
DNA,
Lower 48,
Sällskapet,
Carl Craig,
Man Parrish,
The Standells,
Eric Dolphy,
JFA,
Barry Ungar,
The Dirtbombs,
Youth Brigade,
New York Dolls,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Wally Richardson,
X-101,
Essential Logic,
Funkadelic,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Howard Jones,
Little Man,
Section 25,
Flamin' Groovies,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.