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 Monaco and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the jazz 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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Scratch Acid,
Guru Guru,
LL Cool J,
Avey Tare,
Aloha Tigers,
Scan 7,
Sonny Sharrock,
Marine Girls,
Bobby Byrd,
Inner City,
Newcleus,
cv313,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Interpol,
Agent Orange,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Darondo,
Youth Brigade,
Magma,
Cymande,
Pet Shop Boys,
Zero Boys,
Model 500,
The Raincoats,
In Retrospect,
Lakeside,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fat Boys,
Lyres,
Mandrill,
Arthur Verocai,
Andrew Hill,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
OOIOO,
Blake Baxter,
Sparks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bob Dylan,
Thee Headcoats,
Pulsallama,
Peter & Gordon,
Letta Mbulu,
Neil Young,
Patti Smith,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pole,
Vladislav Delay,
Jacques Brel,
Ralphi Rosario,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Barracudas,
Young Marble Giants,
Suburban Knight,
Anthony Braxton,
Cybotron,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Red Krayola,
U.S. Maple,
Babytalk,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.