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 Botswana and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Soul Sonic Force to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Brand Nubian,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Country Teasers,
Audionom,
Marvin Gaye,
Chris Corsano,
Ituana,
Black Pus,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jawbox,
Sun Ra,
Glambeats Corp.,
Index,
Eddi Front,
The Doobie Brothers,
T. Rex,
Steve Hackett,
Schoolly D,
Ornette Coleman,
Franke,
Gang Starr,
Nirvana,
Wally Richardson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Josef K,
Lyres,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Motions,
The Litter,
Moebius,
Royal Trux,
Duran Duran,
DJ Sneak,
Henry Cow,
Make Up,
Newcleus,
Ohio Players,
Davy DMX,
Eric Dolphy,
Jandek,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Derrick May,
Janne Schatter,
The Grass Roots,
Crispian St. Peters,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Public Image Ltd.,
Subhumans,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Todd Terry,
June of 44,
The Selecter,
Eurythmics,
New Order,
Amon Düül,
Kerri Chandler,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pere Ubu,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.