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 Rwanda and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Arcadia,
DJ Style,
Icehouse,
Steve Hackett,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Animal Collective,
Zero Boys,
T. Rex,
Anthony Braxton,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Public Enemy,
New York Dolls,
CMW,
Patti Smith,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ossler,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Young Rascals,
Lou Reed,
cv313,
OOIOO,
Isaac Hayes,
The Walker Brothers,
Subhumans,
Fluxion,
Sällskapet,
Ituana,
Archie Shepp,
Ohio Players,
Moebius,
Yusef Lateef,
Todd Terry,
Babytalk,
The Remains,
The Moleskins,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Camberwell Now,
Das Ding,
Infiniti,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Marshall Jefferson,
Liliput,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pierre Henry,
Harmonia,
Gil Scott Heron,
Flash Fearless,
Jerry's Kids,
Eve St. Jones,
Pagans,
Royal Trux,
Johnny Osbourne,
Faraquet,
Thee Headcoats,
The Dead C,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Searchers,
Jeff Lynne,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cymande,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.