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 Vanuatu and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Columbus.
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 Michael McDonald 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 Bobby Sherman 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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe 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 harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Iggy Pop,
Cymande,
Monks,
Scientists,
The Music Machine,
Curtis Mayfield,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Andrew Hill,
The Blackbyrds,
Yazoo,
Sex Pistols,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Grandmaster Flash,
X-Ray Spex,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Boz Scaggs,
The Human League,
Television,
Ponytail,
Thompson Twins,
Max Romeo,
Pharoah Sanders,
Hoover,
Guru Guru,
Matthew Bourne,
Skarface,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Brothers Johnson,
Goldenarms,
Sällskapet,
Crime,
Byron Stingily,
Ituana,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gabor Szabo,
Juan Atkins,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Niagra,
Zapp,
World's Most,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dawn Penn,
Flash Fearless,
the Slits,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tomorrow,
Derrick Morgan,
Lou Christie,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Leaves,
This Heat,
The Sonics,
Accadde A,
Young Marble Giants,
Terry Callier,
Eddi Front,
Grey Daturas,
kango's stein massive,
Rites of Spring,
Rapeman,
JFA,
Intrusion,
Cybotron,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.