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 Italy and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the theremin 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 Easy Going to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 güiro and a snare 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 rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
The Vogues,
Aural Exciters,
The Shadows of Knight,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
David Axelrod,
John Coltrane,
Ossler,
Jandek,
Chrome,
Stereo Dub,
Delon & Dalcan,
Grey Daturas,
Glenn Branca,
Television Personalities,
Pere Ubu,
The Last Poets,
Maleditus Sound,
Skaos,
Yazoo,
Soft Machine,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Q65,
The Young Rascals,
John Holt,
Max Romeo,
Kayak,
Radio Birdman,
EPMD,
Eric Dolphy,
Kas Product,
Los Fastidios,
Schoolly D,
Guru Guru,
Alphaville,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pylon,
Mo-Dettes,
Sun City Girls,
James White and The Blacks,
Tres Demented,
Sam Rivers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Yellowson,
Lindisfarne,
Lebanon Hanover,
Letta Mbulu,
The Mummies,
Lalo Schifrin,
Technova,
Cameo,
Fatback Band,
Rapeman,
Skriet,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kaleidoscope,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Scott Walker,
Minnie Riperton,
AZ,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.