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 Italy and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and London.
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 mellotron 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 The Litter to the jazz 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nas,
The Misunderstood,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sällskapet,
X-Ray Spex,
Ultravox,
Rotary Connection,
The Mighty Diamonds,
World's Most,
David Bowie,
a-ha,
Bauhaus,
Graham Central Station,
Soulsonic Force,
Guru Guru,
Michelle Simonal,
Nick Fraelich,
Panda Bear,
Absolute Body Control,
Camberwell Now,
The Pop Group,
Black Pus,
Jacques Brel,
Mo-Dettes,
Joe Smooth,
the Bar-Kays,
Ronnie Foster,
Moebius,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Charles Mingus,
Man Parrish,
The Vogues,
Echospace,
Tommy Roe,
Rod Modell,
Angry Samoans,
Smog,
The Sound,
Jerry's Kids,
Au Pairs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
AZ,
Barbara Tucker,
Jandek,
Basic Channel,
Boz Scaggs,
Intrusion,
Bush Tetras,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ludus,
Suicide,
Vladislav Delay,
Neu!,
Heaven 17,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Darondo,
Zapp,
The Walker Brothers,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.