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 Spokane.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Camberwell Now to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 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 chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
World's Most,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Unrelated Segments,
The Golliwogs,
The Gap Band,
Hot Snakes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Barrington Levy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Morten Harket,
Ultra Naté,
DJ Style,
Dennis Brown,
Dorothy Ashby,
Yusef Lateef,
Donny Hathaway,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Supertramp,
The Misunderstood,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sugar Minott,
Yaz,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Brick,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dark Day,
Babytalk,
Darondo,
Fatback Band,
The Techniques,
Reagan Youth,
Faraquet,
The Angels of Light,
Lakeside,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lindisfarne,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Average White Band,
Youth Brigade,
June Days,
Kurtis Blow,
The Divine Comedy,
Negative Approach,
Make Up,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
10cc,
Intrusion,
The Walker Brothers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Yazoo,
Cymande,
Radio Birdman,
Junior Murvin,
Underground Resistance,
Lebanon Hanover,
Los Fastidios,
The New Christs,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.