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 Czech Republic and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 linndrum 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 Surgeon to the rock 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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Leonard Cohen,
Nick Fraelich,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lindisfarne,
Hashim,
A Certain Ratio,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Fire Engines,
Siglo XX,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Monochrome Set,
Subhumans,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
X-101,
Soul Sonic Force,
Surgeon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Kinks,
Chrome,
Yazoo,
Echospace,
Matthew Bourne,
Lakeside,
Nirvana,
Brick,
New York Dolls,
Intrusion,
Traffic Nightmare,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
New Order,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cymande,
The Cowsills,
Dead Boys,
Basic Channel,
Joyce Sims,
Graham Central Station,
Kaleidoscope,
Gastr Del Sol,
MDC,
Oblivians,
The Black Dice,
The Velvet Underground,
The Selecter,
Stereo Dub,
Soft Cell,
Throbbing Gristle,
Althea and Donna,
U.S. Maple,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sixth Finger,
Procol Harum,
Eurythmics,
June Days,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Doors,
Television,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Desert Stars,
Infiniti,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.