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 Uruguay and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the marimba 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 The American Breed to the jazz 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba 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 chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Porter Ricks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kurtis Blow,
D'Angelo,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sound Behaviour,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Joy Division,
Soft Machine,
Eric Copeland,
Blake Baxter,
Outsiders,
Juan Atkins,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Swell Maps,
Girls At Our Best!,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Aural Exciters,
Crispy Ambulance,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Bar-Kays,
Lakeside,
Radiopuhelimet,
Patti Smith,
Erasure,
Half Japanese,
Brand Nubian,
Bush Tetras,
Icehouse,
The Names,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lyres,
Terry Callier,
Jeff Mills,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Selecter,
Kevin Saunderson,
David Bowie,
Scientists,
Main Source,
Mission of Burma,
Man Parrish,
Supertramp,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Smoke,
Iggy Pop,
The Evens,
The American Breed,
Dark Day,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Interpol,
Metal Thangz,
Harpers Bizarre,
Suicide,
The Detroit Cobras,
Easy Going,
The Toasters,
The Durutti Column,
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.