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 Comoros and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 marimba 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the crunk 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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
L. Decosne,
the Soft Cell,
Minor Threat,
Silicon Teens,
Hasil Adkins,
Crime,
Niagra,
Bob Dylan,
Roy Ayers,
Jerry's Kids,
Janne Schatter,
the Fania All-Stars,
Connie Case,
Bluetip,
Slave,
Todd Terry,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Television,
Dead Boys,
Crispian St. Peters,
Deadbeat,
Bobby Sherman,
Crash Course in Science,
Scott Walker,
AZ,
Donald Byrd,
The Count Five,
Quantec,
Fela Kuti,
The Star Department,
Scientists,
Kerrie Biddell,
Alice Coltrane,
The Misunderstood,
Ossler,
Blossom Toes,
The Fugs,
Fear,
Second Layer,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Seeds,
Scan 7,
Cluster,
Urselle,
Moss Icon,
Depeche Mode,
Brass Construction,
Guru Guru,
Sällskapet,
Jeff Mills,
Deepchord,
Brothers Johnson,
Alton Ellis,
Andrew Hill,
Arthur Verocai,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Goldenarms,
Marshall Jefferson,
H. Thieme,
Hoover,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.