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 Papua New Guinea and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Radiopuhelimet to the disco 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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
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,
Matthew Bourne,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Organ,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Erykah Badu,
Idris Muhammad,
Con Funk Shun,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Roxette,
Ohio Players,
Tropical Tobacco,
Suicide,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
Davy DMX,
Nas,
The Gap Band,
Lindisfarne,
Freddie Wadling,
EPMD,
Peter & Gordon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Last Poets,
Black Sheep,
Kenny Larkin,
Fat Boys,
Godley & Creme,
Yellowson,
K-Klass,
Wire,
Sparks,
a-ha,
Todd Terry,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Buckinghams,
Archie Shepp,
Talk Talk,
Bizarre Inc.,
Qualms,
Howard Jones,
Tommy Roe,
Drexciya,
The Moleskins,
Prince Buster,
Pantytec,
Sister Nancy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Saccharine Trust,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Residents,
X-Ray Spex,
Echospace,
Stiv Bators,
Heaven 17,
Fela Kuti,
Whodini,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.