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 Chile and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Pulsallama to the rock 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Durutti Column,
David Bowie,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gang Starr,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Real Kids,
The Buckinghams,
ABC,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lalo Schifrin,
Grey Daturas,
Gichy Dan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Roy Ayers,
Lou Reed,
Bill Near,
Piero Umiliani,
The Walker Brothers,
Kool Moe Dee,
John Cale,
The Birthday Party,
The Knickerbockers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Joe Smooth,
Maurizio,
Brass Construction,
Monolake,
Visage,
Ludus,
Altered Images,
The Doors,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Crooked Eye,
Half Japanese,
Slick Rick,
Intrusion,
Yazoo,
Urselle,
Guru Guru,
Animal Collective,
Simply Red,
R.M.O.,
Cameo,
OOIOO,
48th St. Collective,
Aloha Tigers,
Matthew Bourne,
the Soft Cell,
Cecil Taylor,
The Cowsills,
Franke,
Wasted Youth,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Black Sheep,
Slave,
Grauzone,
Dark Day,
T.S.O.L.,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.