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 Vanuatu and from Lyon.
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 Bremen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the snare 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 Soulsonic Force to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Khruangbin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Fad Gadget,
Godley & Creme,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Stereo Dub,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pylon,
Minny Pops,
Mad Mike,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Wally Richardson,
Suburban Knight,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Average White Band,
Scan 7,
Steve Hackett,
A Certain Ratio,
The Smiths,
Buzzcocks,
Stockholm Monsters,
LL Cool J,
Kenny Larkin,
Accadde A,
Gil Scott Heron,
Scion,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Alarm Clocks,
a-ha,
8 Eyed Spy,
E-Dancer,
Monks,
MC5,
Susan Cadogan,
Carl Craig,
Con Funk Shun,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Seeds,
The Fuzztones,
Barrington Levy,
Los Fastidios,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sixth Finger,
Roger Hodgson,
Can,
Angry Samoans,
Severed Heads,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sight & Sound,
Babytalk,
Idris Muhammad,
The Move,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Maurizio,
Albert Ayler,
One Last Wish,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Hardrive,
Crime,
Ultra Naté,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.