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 Brunei and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
The Associates,
John Coltrane,
Alphaville,
Tears for Fears,
Con Funk Shun,
Man Parrish,
Crime,
These Immortal Souls,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pylon,
Kerri Chandler,
Boz Scaggs,
Ponytail,
ABBA,
Aloha Tigers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jacques Brel,
Bush Tetras,
Donald Byrd,
Radio Birdman,
Monks,
Derrick Morgan,
Q and Not U,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Motions,
Soft Cell,
Goldenarms,
Jeff Mills,
The Black Dice,
Franke,
Colin Newman,
Carl Craig,
Marc Almond,
The Knickerbockers,
Sun City Girls,
Dark Day,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Animal Collective,
Qualms,
Funkadelic,
D'Angelo,
Das Ding,
The Index,
Glenn Branca,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mad Mike,
The Residents,
La Düsseldorf,
Nirvana,
June Days,
Marine Girls,
Erasure,
Vladislav Delay,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Brothers Johnson,
X-102,
Royal Trux,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.