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 Swaziland and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Graham Central Station,
Little Man,
MC5,
The Grass Roots,
Jeff Lynne,
Nick Fraelich,
Donald Byrd,
Kas Product,
The Victims,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nas,
Stiv Bators,
The J.B.'s,
Sonny Sharrock,
Wally Richardson,
Absolute Body Control,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gang Green,
Whodini,
Brass Construction,
Erykah Badu,
Metal Thangz,
48th St. Collective,
Organ,
Peter & Gordon,
The Fire Engines,
Model 500,
Grey Daturas,
The Doors,
The Gun Club,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Anthony Braxton,
kango's stein massive,
Sound Behaviour,
Au Pairs,
CMW,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jandek,
Faust,
Warren Ellis,
The Motions,
The Walker Brothers,
The Neon Judgement,
Soft Machine,
The Cure,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Litter,
Kayak,
Oneida,
Hot Snakes,
Sandy B,
Joe Smooth,
Radio Birdman,
Eric B and Rakim,
Cameo,
The Mummies,
Black Moon,
Kevin Saunderson,
10cc,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.