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 Eritrea and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Franke to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Symarip,
The Gories,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Normal,
Liliput,
Stetsasonic,
Harmonia,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Doobie Brothers,
Buzzcocks,
Deakin,
The Seeds,
Tommy Roe,
Big Daddy Kane,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Electric Prunes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Public Enemy,
Bootsy Collins,
Soul II Soul,
The Kinks,
Audionom,
Neil Young,
The Names,
Dark Day,
Public Image Ltd.,
Matthew Halsall,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Walker Brothers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Newcleus,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Soft Machine,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eric B and Rakim,
Moss Icon,
Tomorrow,
Lalann,
The Young Rascals,
EPMD,
Harpers Bizarre,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Schoolly D,
Depeche Mode,
The Fall,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Warren Ellis,
Lucky Dragons,
Thee Headcoats,
Nils Olav,
Grey Daturas,
Roxette,
Ultravox,
Malaria!,
Babytalk,
Visage,
X-101,
Althea and Donna,
Delta 5,
Nas,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.