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 Iraq and from Jakarta.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Toronto.
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 snare 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 Arab on Radar to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
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,
Crispy Ambulance,
Blossom Toes,
Main Source,
Quantec,
The Star Department,
Lucky Dragons,
Roxette,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Blake Baxter,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sugar Minott,
Eric B and Rakim,
Godley & Creme,
LL Cool J,
the Fania All-Stars,
Liliput,
Bootsy Collins,
Gichy Dan,
Lalo Schifrin,
Oblivians,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Roxy Music,
Marcia Griffiths,
Skriet,
Rod Modell,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Los Fastidios,
Eden Ahbez,
Kerri Chandler,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Frankie Knuckles,
Crash Course in Science,
Max Romeo,
Mission of Burma,
Gastr Del Sol,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Move,
Magazine,
T. Rex,
Gang Starr,
Quando Quango,
Sällskapet,
Bronski Beat,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Busters,
Gang of Four,
Agent Orange,
John Cale,
Don Cherry,
Flipper,
Unrelated Segments,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sam Rivers,
Country Teasers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bluetip,
The Martian,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.