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 Jordan and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Tremeloes to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Residents. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron and a harpsichord 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 güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Judy Mowatt,
Bobby Sherman,
The Smoke,
Smog,
Juan Atkins,
Heaven 17,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Misunderstood,
Nico,
Suicide,
Albert Ayler,
The Golliwogs,
Ken Boothe,
Jeff Lynne,
The Kinks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Maleditus Sound,
Babytalk,
Deepchord,
The Count Five,
Brass Construction,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Derrick May,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Severed Heads,
the Human League,
Lakeside,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Echospace,
Spandau Ballet,
Lalo Schifrin,
John Holt,
Theoretical Girls,
Monolake,
The Tremeloes,
Archie Shepp,
Procol Harum,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Country Teasers,
Flash Fearless,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
X-102,
Technova,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Man Parrish,
Stiv Bators,
The Real Kids,
Kevin Saunderson,
Warren Ellis,
Amon Düül II,
Ronan,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Trojans,
Scientists,
The Music Machine,
Graham Central Station,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.