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 Burkina and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Television Personalities to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a güiro 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 chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Joey Negro,
E-Dancer,
Blake Baxter,
EPMD,
Matthew Bourne,
Technova,
The Evens,
Minor Threat,
Procol Harum,
Ronnie Foster,
Archie Shepp,
Marvin Gaye,
Freddie Wadling,
Sonic Youth,
Y Pants,
The Alarm Clocks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Roger Hodgson,
The Mummies,
James Chance & The Contortions,
FM Einheit,
Massinfluence,
Robert Wyatt,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Radiohead,
Silicon Teens,
cv313,
Ultra Naté,
Lalo Schifrin,
Duran Duran,
The Raincoats,
Tears for Fears,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fat Boys,
In Retrospect,
The Music Machine,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Leaves,
The Pretty Things,
One Last Wish,
Jandek,
Black Bananas,
Cal Tjader,
The Beau Brummels,
Cameo,
Moby Grape,
Altered Images,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Birthday Party,
Bauhaus,
John Holt,
Nils Olav,
Don Cherry,
Gang Starr,
the Association,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
New York Dolls,
Boz Scaggs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.