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 the UAE and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Cluster to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba 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 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Idris Muhammad,
Dawn Penn,
The Slackers,
Magazine,
Yellowson,
X-102,
Make Up,
Spandau Ballet,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ten City,
Terrestrial Tones,
Stetsasonic,
Boz Scaggs,
Model 500,
Soft Machine,
Jerry's Kids,
Iggy Pop,
Prince Buster,
Bad Manners,
Roger Hodgson,
The Gladiators,
Pagans,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ronnie Foster,
One Last Wish,
a-ha,
Chris & Cosey,
Sam Rivers,
The Fugs,
The Electric Prunes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Von Mondo,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gil Scott Heron,
Byron Stingily,
The New Christs,
David Bowie,
Ornette Coleman,
Man Eating Sloth,
Quantec,
The Dirtbombs,
Silicon Teens,
The Busters,
Minor Threat,
The Moleskins,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nils Olav,
Peter and Kerry,
Hashim,
Beasts of Bourbon,
K-Klass,
Loose Ends,
Kayak,
the Bar-Kays,
Scratch Acid,
Matthew Halsall,
Inner City,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Marine Girls,
Toni Rubio,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.