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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Man Eating Sloth to the grime 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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moss Icon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Massinfluence,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sällskapet,
One Last Wish,
Lakeside,
Amon Düül,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jeff Mills,
The Gories,
Thee Headcoats,
Anthony Braxton,
Schoolly D,
Infiniti,
Soft Machine,
The Selecter,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Young Marble Giants,
Faraquet,
Urselle,
Kas Product,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Evens,
Scan 7,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Fania All-Stars,
Man Parrish,
Agent Orange,
48th St. Collective,
Dorothy Ashby,
Simply Red,
Second Layer,
The Wake,
Magma,
Pulsallama,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Star Department,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Icehouse,
Marmalade,
Pylon,
Sixth Finger,
Eurythmics,
Derrick Morgan,
Deakin,
Grey Daturas,
AZ,
the Human League,
Stockholm Monsters,
Charles Mingus,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rhythm & Sound,
Henry Cow,
Das Ding,
Erykah Badu,
Lyres,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.