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 Tanzania and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the organ 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 R.M.O. to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
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,
The Monks,
Arab on Radar,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
E-Dancer,
Arthur Verocai,
Depeche Mode,
Schoolly D,
Visage,
the Normal,
Deepchord,
June Days,
Tom Boy,
Popol Vuh,
Essential Logic,
Toni Rubio,
T.S.O.L.,
Drive Like Jehu,
Los Fastidios,
The Five Americans,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Monolake,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Moebius,
Buzzcocks,
Drexciya,
The Count Five,
New Age Steppers,
Charles Mingus,
Black Flag,
Flash Fearless,
Black Moon,
Bush Tetras,
Todd Rundgren,
Dennis Brown,
Scion,
L. Decosne,
The Fire Engines,
The Velvet Underground,
Ronnie Foster,
The Litter,
Lucky Dragons,
Terrestrial Tones,
Camberwell Now,
Desert Stars,
Motorama,
Gastr Del Sol,
The American Breed,
Dark Day,
Johnny Osbourne,
Intrusion,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Kinks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Slits,
Scratch Acid,
The Offenders,
Shuggie Otis,
Y Pants,
Neu!,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.