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 Dominica and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 Accra and Lille.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Rod Modell to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Max Romeo,
Scan 7,
The Barracudas,
The Cowsills,
Livin' Joy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Swell Maps,
Ronnie Foster,
Grauzone,
Skriet,
Jeff Mills,
Stereo Dub,
Simply Red,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Piero Umiliani,
Janne Schatter,
This Heat,
Sam Rivers,
Barbara Tucker,
Avey Tare,
the Germs,
Lightning Bolt,
Funkadelic,
Hoover,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Normal,
The Last Poets,
Icehouse,
Niagra,
Johnny Osbourne,
Matthew Halsall,
The Happenings,
The Busters,
Howard Jones,
Model 500,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Gun Club,
Alison Limerick,
Section 25,
PIL,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Invisible,
Tommy Roe,
David Axelrod,
The Index,
The Litter,
Yusef Lateef,
UT,
Jeff Lynne,
Pulsallama,
Idris Muhammad,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Zapp,
Kerrie Biddell,
Quando Quango,
Popol Vuh,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Moody Blues,
Joey Negro,
Bush Tetras,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.