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 France and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Marvin Gaye to the grime 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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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 mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Byron Stingily,
Scan 7,
X-101,
Scott Walker,
Symarip,
The Trojans,
The Cure,
Can,
Monks,
The Smoke,
Rhythm & Sound,
Aural Exciters,
Don Cherry,
PIL,
Sparks,
DNA,
The Wake,
Ludus,
New Age Steppers,
Bronski Beat,
Quadrant,
Accadde A,
Royal Trux,
Nico,
Skaos,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Roger Hodgson,
The Searchers,
Ponytail,
Brand Nubian,
Black Bananas,
Lower 48,
OOIOO,
Alice Coltrane,
Scion,
X-102,
Oblivians,
The Durutti Column,
Fear,
Joe Finger,
Reagan Youth,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
In Retrospect,
The Vogues,
The Cosmic Jokers,
A Certain Ratio,
Public Enemy,
FM Einheit,
Tomorrow,
Connie Case,
Freddie Wadling,
Sonny Sharrock,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Black Moon,
Bill Near,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Youth Brigade,
Con Funk Shun,
Letta Mbulu,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.