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 Jamaica and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Matthew Bourne to the jazz 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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
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,
Dawn Penn,
The Neon Judgement,
Joy Division,
Aloha Tigers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Fugs,
Alphaville,
Deakin,
Smog,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Index,
Susan Cadogan,
Lungfish,
Sparks,
Anthony Braxton,
New York Dolls,
The Five Americans,
Harmonia,
David Bowie,
Liliput,
Marc Almond,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Trojans,
The Motions,
Agitation Free,
The Human League,
Joyce Sims,
Grandmaster Flash,
Con Funk Shun,
Ash Ra Tempel,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Grass Roots,
JFA,
Clear Light,
Scott Walker,
B.T. Express,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Bar-Kays,
Magazine,
The Dead C,
Crooked Eye,
Porter Ricks,
Cluster,
Arcadia,
Dead Boys,
The Evens,
The Cramps,
Ultravox,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ultra Naté,
The J.B.'s,
The Knickerbockers,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rosa Yemen,
Talk Talk,
Curtis Mayfield,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.