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 the UAE and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 grunge 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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Cymande,
Sam Rivers,
Black Pus,
David Bowie,
Mission of Burma,
Pharoah Sanders,
X-102,
Brothers Johnson,
Idris Muhammad,
The Raincoats,
Donald Byrd,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jeff Mills,
Gang Starr,
Roxy Music,
Black Flag,
John Coltrane,
Spoonie Gee,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Silicon Teens,
Arthur Verocai,
Absolute Body Control,
Lungfish,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Beau Brummels,
Susan Cadogan,
Q and Not U,
Symarip,
Man Parrish,
Joensuu 1685,
Hashim,
The Fall,
The Doors,
Television Personalities,
The Fire Engines,
Boz Scaggs,
Al Stewart,
Subhumans,
Anthony Braxton,
Crooked Eye,
The Red Krayola,
Sun Ra,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Grass Roots,
Eric Copeland,
Gabor Szabo,
Slave,
The Residents,
Davy DMX,
OOIOO,
The Saints,
Eve St. Jones,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bauhaus,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Victims,
LL Cool J,
Glenn Branca,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.