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 Libya and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ 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 Pierre Henry to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin 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 mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Terry Callier,
Spandau Ballet,
Pierre Henry,
Marcia Griffiths,
Essential Logic,
Yusef Lateef,
MDC,
The Real Kids,
The Raincoats,
Bill Near,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Slits,
Sandy B,
Dual Sessions,
The Motions,
KRS-One,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Whodini,
Lungfish,
Deakin,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rapeman,
Maleditus Sound,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ultimate Spinach,
Flipper,
The Invisible,
Qualms,
Carl Craig,
Kurtis Blow,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Severed Heads,
FM Einheit,
Moby Grape,
Peter & Gordon,
Chris Corsano,
Ralphi Rosario,
cv313,
The Slits,
Ultra Naté,
The Misunderstood,
Roger Hodgson,
The Electric Prunes,
Sällskapet,
Bad Manners,
Letta Mbulu,
Ituana,
Sexual Harrassment,
K-Klass,
Amazonics,
Pagans,
Kayak,
Arcadia,
The Dave Clark Five,
Silicon Teens,
The Selecter,
Q and Not U,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.