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 Malaysia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 spring reverb 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 Glambeats Corp. to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Funkadelic,
Sound Behaviour,
Young Marble Giants,
Marine Girls,
The Happenings,
Flash Fearless,
Aaron Thompson,
Black Flag,
Monks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jeru the Damaja,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Association,
Easy Going,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eric Copeland,
Rakim,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Move,
Monolake,
Motorama,
Howard Jones,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Boogie Down Productions,
Popol Vuh,
The Dead C,
Procol Harum,
Peter & Gordon,
Khruangbin,
Vainqueur,
Television,
Ken Boothe,
Tim Buckley,
Heaven 17,
The Moody Blues,
Y Pants,
Roxette,
The Searchers,
Q and Not U,
Yaz,
Mantronix,
Technova,
Barclay James Harvest,
Severed Heads,
PIL,
Pagans,
The Standells,
Mad Mike,
Toni Rubio,
Half Japanese,
Ossler,
Rekid,
The Leaves,
Isaac Hayes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Con Funk Shun,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Star Department,
Maleditus Sound,
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.