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 Congo and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the punk 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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source 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 linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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,
Soul II Soul,
Graham Central Station,
Byron Stingily,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rites of Spring,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Glenn Branca,
Janne Schatter,
Sarah Menescal,
Althea and Donna,
Magazine,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Saints,
The Pop Group,
Max Romeo,
Talk Talk,
Von Mondo,
The Zeros,
Jeff Mills,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Minor Threat,
Bobby Sherman,
Clear Light,
The Slits,
The Fall,
Banda Bassotti,
Ten City,
Alison Limerick,
Unwound,
MDC,
Aloha Tigers,
Reagan Youth,
Lindisfarne,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Stooges,
The Fire Engines,
Model 500,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Barclay James Harvest,
Patti Smith,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Television Personalities,
Ohio Players,
Parry Music,
The Pretty Things,
The Real Kids,
Andrew Hill,
The Flesh Eaters,
Susan Cadogan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rosa Yemen,
Bluetip,
Jeff Lynne,
Pagans,
Marmalade,
Porter Ricks,
Black Bananas,
Mad Mike,
Bill Wells,
Mary Jane Girls,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.