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 Italy and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the organ 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb 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 theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Michelle Simonal,
Spandau Ballet,
Traffic Nightmare,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Arab on Radar,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Brothers Johnson,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pulsallama,
Suburban Knight,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Mojo Men,
Moebius,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Soft Machine,
Peter & Gordon,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dark Day,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Organ,
Vainqueur,
Brand Nubian,
The Searchers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Human League,
Circle Jerks,
Trumans Water,
The Cowsills,
Television,
Bronski Beat,
Junior Murvin,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tom Boy,
Fear,
John Cale,
Nils Olav,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Interpol,
Pylon,
Electric Prunes,
Graham Central Station,
Sugar Minott,
The Leaves,
Sister Nancy,
The Birthday Party,
Peter and Kerry,
Juan Atkins,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pantaleimon,
The Wake,
Surgeon,
EPMD,
Buzzcocks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Y Pants,
Flipper,
Jeff Lynne,
New Age Steppers,
Sparks,
U.S. Maple,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.