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 Uganda and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Mandrill to the rap 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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
The Barracudas,
The Doors,
Excepter,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Electric Light Orchestra,
China Crisis,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Josef K,
Inner City,
Robert Görl,
Roger Hodgson,
Tomorrow,
The Grass Roots,
The Sound,
Groovy Waters,
The Kinks,
Franke,
Dark Day,
Public Enemy,
The Young Rascals,
Aaron Thompson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fat Boys,
Easy Going,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
DJ Style,
Brothers Johnson,
UT,
10cc,
La Düsseldorf,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Faust,
Minnie Riperton,
Gang Gang Dance,
Grandmaster Flash,
Audionom,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ronnie Foster,
Cymande,
In Retrospect,
MC5,
Andrew Hill,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Trojans,
Smog,
Aloha Tigers,
Grauzone,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Adolescents,
Jesper Dahlback,
Wasted Youth,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tim Buckley,
Sandy B,
Intrusion,
Section 25,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Skriet,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.