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 Kyrgyzstan and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers 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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
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,
Graham Central Station,
Marshall Jefferson,
Minor Threat,
Suburban Knight,
Yazoo,
Robert Görl,
Donald Byrd,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Motorama,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Zeros,
Massinfluence,
Lyres,
Saccharine Trust,
Liliput,
Radiopuhelimet,
Godley & Creme,
Agitation Free,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Doobie Brothers,
AZ,
Isaac Hayes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Make Up,
Beasts of Bourbon,
OOIOO,
Terry Callier,
Johnny Osbourne,
Masters at Work,
The Raincoats,
Brass Construction,
Supertramp,
The Detroit Cobras,
Y Pants,
Roxette,
Visage,
Shuggie Otis,
The Victims,
Scratch Acid,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Judy Mowatt,
Rotary Connection,
Slave,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Subhumans,
Funky Four + One,
the Human League,
The Five Americans,
Idris Muhammad,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Throbbing Gristle,
Average White Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Von Mondo,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.