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 Ghana 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 rhodes 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 Donny Hathaway to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Electric Prunes,
Eurythmics,
One Last Wish,
Section 25,
Wally Richardson,
Amazonics,
La Düsseldorf,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Donny Hathaway,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Popol Vuh,
Sparks,
Lower 48,
Traffic Nightmare,
Curtis Mayfield,
Babytalk,
cv313,
Dennis Brown,
Public Image Ltd.,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pere Ubu,
David Axelrod,
Roxette,
Roger Hodgson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
a-ha,
Camouflage,
AZ,
Das Ding,
Rod Modell,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lou Christie,
The Red Krayola,
Joey Negro,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dead Boys,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Niagra,
Gang Green,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Wire,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jeff Mills,
Ronnie Foster,
Albert Ayler,
The Monochrome Set,
KRS-One,
Mantronix,
Piero Umiliani,
Josef K,
Isaac Hayes,
Lyres,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Brick,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.