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 Congo and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Joyce Sims to the funk 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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin 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 clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Human League,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Spandau Ballet,
Dave Gahan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
B.T. Express,
Man Eating Sloth,
Davy DMX,
R.M.O.,
ABC,
Rufus Thomas,
The Motions,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Girls At Our Best!,
Das Ding,
the Slits,
Bob Dylan,
Neu!,
Negative Approach,
The Cramps,
Faraquet,
The Names,
Pole,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
Qualms,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Japan,
Susan Cadogan,
Radiohead,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Scion,
Silicon Teens,
Accadde A,
Rapeman,
Cheater Slicks,
Youth Brigade,
Goldenarms,
The Angels of Light,
The Gladiators,
Roger Hodgson,
X-Ray Spex,
Rakim,
Bobby Womack,
Warsaw,
Mandrill,
June Days,
Radio Birdman,
Soul Sonic Force,
Soft Machine,
The Gun Club,
Steve Hackett,
Moebius,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.