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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Barrington Levy to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Audionom,
Camberwell Now,
Interpol,
Sonny Sharrock,
Icehouse,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Wake,
Dual Sessions,
Gerry Rafferty,
Quantec,
Los Fastidios,
Inner City,
Boredoms,
48th St. Collective,
Matthew Bourne,
Joey Negro,
Robert Görl,
World's Most,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Angels of Light,
Bill Near,
Procol Harum,
L. Decosne,
Stetsasonic,
New York Dolls,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Max Romeo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
DJ Style,
Stereo Dub,
Rotary Connection,
Boz Scaggs,
Eli Mardock,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ohio Players,
Black Bananas,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Desert Stars,
Sister Nancy,
Faust,
Kayak,
The Neon Judgement,
Sound Behaviour,
Symarip,
Eric Copeland,
Grandmaster Flash,
Livin' Joy,
Eddi Front,
Accadde A,
Can,
Sun City Girls,
The Birthday Party,
Gong,
Minutemen,
Ronan,
10cc,
Silicon Teens,
Easy Going,
Bootsy Collins,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.