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 the UAE 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 harpsichord 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 Nirvana 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 The Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Donald Byrd,
AZ,
One Last Wish,
Kevin Saunderson,
Moss Icon,
The Skatalites,
the Sonics,
Index,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cameo,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rotary Connection,
Cluster,
Soulsonic Force,
Freddie Wadling,
Malaria!,
Peter & Gordon,
Young Marble Giants,
Skaos,
Von Mondo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Matthew Halsall,
Sandy B,
Rufus Thomas,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ponytail,
Man Parrish,
Maleditus Sound,
Monks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Andrew Hill,
PIL,
DJ Sneak,
Angry Samoans,
Bob Dylan,
Symarip,
The Gap Band,
The Misunderstood,
Anakelly,
World's Most,
Pulsallama,
The Moody Blues,
Soft Machine,
Jeff Mills,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Germs,
Agitation Free,
Godley & Creme,
Brothers Johnson,
OOIOO,
Scan 7,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Searchers,
Eddi Front,
The Motions,
Sonny Sharrock,
Byron Stingily,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.