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 Mexico and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
48th St. Collective,
Jeru the Damaja,
Roxy Music,
Sixth Finger,
Rhythm & Sound,
Max Romeo,
The Buckinghams,
The Doobie Brothers,
Stetsasonic,
Boz Scaggs,
Lungfish,
The Dave Clark Five,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Royal Trux,
Black Flag,
Fatback Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
Main Source,
The Saints,
The Real Kids,
Joyce Sims,
Eric B and Rakim,
Supertramp,
Moss Icon,
Technova,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Funkadelic,
Janne Schatter,
The Beau Brummels,
The Electric Prunes,
Donny Hathaway,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Star Department,
La Düsseldorf,
Robert Wyatt,
Radio Birdman,
Henry Cow,
Arcadia,
John Coltrane,
Sugar Minott,
The Slackers,
Marine Girls,
Metal Thangz,
Easy Going,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kaleidoscope,
The Shadows of Knight,
E-Dancer,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jeff Lynne,
Junior Murvin,
Stiv Bators,
Mars,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
DJ Style,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Skaos,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Little Man,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.