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 Russia and from Taipei.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Janne Schatter to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ten City,
Ken Boothe,
Don Cherry,
Fad Gadget,
The Angels of Light,
The Dirtbombs,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lalann,
Brass Construction,
Juan Atkins,
Sonny Sharrock,
Slave,
H. Thieme,
This Heat,
The Music Machine,
Soul II Soul,
Lindisfarne,
Surgeon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Malaria!,
Tears for Fears,
Ronnie Foster,
Glenn Branca,
K-Klass,
Mary Jane Girls,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eric Copeland,
Animal Collective,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fatback Band,
Zapp,
Nils Olav,
The Saints,
Monolake,
The Knickerbockers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Todd Rundgren,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Stiv Bators,
Dead Boys,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Moss Icon,
Symarip,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Gladiators,
Vladislav Delay,
Can,
Desert Stars,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fat Boys,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Scion,
Cal Tjader,
Black Bananas,
Pussy Galore,
Gong,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Althea and Donna,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.