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 Cape Verde and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Porter Ricks to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 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 guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Sex Pistols,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eddi Front,
Lou Reed,
Youth Brigade,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kurtis Blow,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Reagan Youth,
New Age Steppers,
Barrington Levy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Reuben Wilson,
Pylon,
Minor Threat,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rufus Thomas,
The Neon Judgement,
Ken Boothe,
Pulsallama,
Minnie Riperton,
Shuggie Otis,
Buzzcocks,
Rosa Yemen,
In Retrospect,
Soulsonic Force,
Ralphi Rosario,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Dave Clark Five,
Anakelly,
Neu!,
Michelle Simonal,
The Residents,
Drive Like Jehu,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Techniques,
Roy Ayers,
Juan Atkins,
Absolute Body Control,
Todd Terry,
Maurizio,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Make Up,
CMW,
Ossler,
Little Man,
The United States of America,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Khruangbin,
Basic Channel,
Mark Hollis,
Marmalade,
Dorothy Ashby,
kango's stein massive,
Eric Copeland,
Underground Resistance,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pagans,
Man Parrish,
Loose Ends,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.