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 Greece and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Eric B and Rakim to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Motions,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Sound,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Soft Cell,
Sugar Minott,
Echospace,
The Mojo Men,
Rekid,
Symarip,
Lightning Bolt,
The Wake,
Crooked Eye,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Dirtbombs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Technova,
a-ha,
Gastr Del Sol,
Easy Going,
Joy Division,
Wolf Eyes,
Yazoo,
Niagra,
Metal Thangz,
kango's stein massive,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sight & Sound,
Dual Sessions,
Eve St. Jones,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Derrick May,
Glambeats Corp.,
James White and The Blacks,
Roxy Music,
Bobby Byrd,
The Moody Blues,
UT,
Shoche,
Faraquet,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Flash Fearless,
Sällskapet,
Deepchord,
Peter and Kerry,
Subhumans,
E-Dancer,
Wally Richardson,
Fluxion,
The Evens,
One Last Wish,
8 Eyed Spy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Techniques,
Little Man,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bobby Sherman,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.