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 Latvia and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 chamberlin 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 Soul II Soul to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
One Last Wish,
Brand Nubian,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Newcleus,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Misunderstood,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Fire Engines,
Maleditus Sound,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Essential Logic,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Clear Light,
Sex Pistols,
Sun Ra,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
John Lydon,
Shuggie Otis,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Television Personalities,
Susan Cadogan,
Eve St. Jones,
Archie Shepp,
Scientists,
Barry Ungar,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nirvana,
Donny Hathaway,
Camberwell Now,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Crime,
Rhythm & Sound,
Arab on Radar,
Glambeats Corp.,
Max Romeo,
Ossler,
Bang On A Can,
Jimmy McGriff,
ABC,
Agitation Free,
Maurizio,
These Immortal Souls,
The Searchers,
Fear,
Inner City,
Gang Gang Dance,
Connie Case,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Country Teasers,
World's Most,
The Beau Brummels,
kango's stein massive,
Johnny Clarke,
Supertramp,
Robert Wyatt,
The Zeros,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Angels of Light,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Prince Buster,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.