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 Haiti and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Mo-Dettes to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
The Pop Group,
The Skatalites,
A Certain Ratio,
Spoonie Gee,
Lungfish,
The Blues Magoos,
The Fire Engines,
Tom Boy,
Derrick Morgan,
Roy Ayers,
Little Man,
Minny Pops,
Yusef Lateef,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Animal Collective,
Jandek,
H. Thieme,
Judy Mowatt,
Quantec,
Suburban Knight,
Soul Sonic Force,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Robert Hood,
The Vogues,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Michelle Simonal,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
La Düsseldorf,
Swans,
Tomorrow,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sugar Minott,
Radiohead,
Ornette Coleman,
Brothers Johnson,
The Raincoats,
Andrew Hill,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mandrill,
Man Parrish,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Golliwogs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Livin' Joy,
Stereo Dub,
T.S.O.L.,
Parry Music,
Basic Channel,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jimmy McGriff,
Prince Buster,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jeff Lynne,
The Dead C,
Alice Coltrane,
The Divine Comedy,
The J.B.'s,
The Mummies,
Slick Rick,
These Immortal Souls,
Soulsonic Force,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.