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 Rwanda and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Tremeloes to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ 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 sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Alice Coltrane,
Con Funk Shun,
The Fugs,
Heaven 17,
Aswad,
The Seeds,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Outsiders,
The New Christs,
Public Image Ltd.,
Oneida,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Count Five,
Todd Terry,
Johnny Osbourne,
DJ Style,
Young Marble Giants,
Morten Harket,
The Knickerbockers,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Moleskins,
Bauhaus,
Erykah Badu,
Livin' Joy,
Skarface,
Fear,
In Retrospect,
Reagan Youth,
DNA,
Make Up,
Lou Reed,
Moebius,
Lou Christie,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Archie Shepp,
Max Romeo,
The Blackbyrds,
Magazine,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
John Foxx,
Sound Behaviour,
Wings,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Patti Smith,
The Red Krayola,
The Associates,
Nation of Ulysses,
Q and Not U,
Man Eating Sloth,
B.T. Express,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Fuzztones,
The Skatalites,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Magma,
Moby Grape,
Avey Tare,
Crime,
Gastr Del Sol,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.