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 New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a clarinet 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 oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Todd Rundgren,
Popol Vuh,
Andrew Hill,
Eric Dolphy,
The Music Machine,
Chris Corsano,
Grey Daturas,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Piero Umiliani,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Clear Light,
Aaron Thompson,
Oneida,
Scrapy,
The Black Dice,
The Toasters,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ultra Naté,
Josef K,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Marcia Griffiths,
T. Rex,
Mission of Burma,
Fela Kuti,
Dave Gahan,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Smiths,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Wake,
Masters at Work,
Spandau Ballet,
Second Layer,
The Five Americans,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lou Christie,
New York Dolls,
The Mojo Men,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eddi Front,
Fear,
Monolake,
David Bowie,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Vainqueur,
Mandrill,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Drive Like Jehu,
X-101,
Dawn Penn,
Reagan Youth,
Camberwell Now,
Carl Craig,
Jeff Lynne,
Quadrant,
Ice-T,
Infiniti,
China Crisis,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.