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 Kazakhstan and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 Columbus and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Kerri Chandler to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Bobby Sherman,
Massinfluence,
Archie Shepp,
Jeff Mills,
The Angels of Light,
Monks,
EPMD,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
R.M.O.,
Parry Music,
The Searchers,
Althea and Donna,
Young Marble Giants,
June of 44,
Dark Day,
Monolake,
The Techniques,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Smiths,
World's Most,
Andrew Hill,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Joe Smooth,
Arthur Verocai,
Grauzone,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Neu!,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bizarre Inc.,
Robert Görl,
Second Layer,
The United States of America,
Cameo,
Sight & Sound,
Bang On A Can,
Nik Kershaw,
Sexual Harrassment,
John Lydon,
Dawn Penn,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Zapp,
kango's stein massive,
Darondo,
Whodini,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Fuzztones,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
LL Cool J,
Roy Ayers,
Spandau Ballet,
Leonard Cohen,
Make Up,
Mantronix,
Magma,
Blake Baxter,
Aloha Tigers,
Accadde A,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.