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 Dominica and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the rock 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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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,
Das Ding,
Oneida,
Radiohead,
Q65,
Lucky Dragons,
Absolute Body Control,
Second Layer,
Wings,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Groovy Waters,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Black Bananas,
Con Funk Shun,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pole,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Litter,
Todd Rundgren,
Funky Four + One,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gang Green,
Robert Görl,
Blancmange,
Byron Stingily,
Joey Negro,
The Dead C,
Harmonia,
Banda Bassotti,
Flipper,
Marc Almond,
Radio Birdman,
Monolake,
The Martian,
The Beau Brummels,
Simply Red,
Fluxion,
Can,
June of 44,
E-Dancer,
Neil Young,
Alton Ellis,
The Seeds,
Barclay James Harvest,
Thee Headcoats,
Derrick May,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pantaleimon,
The Star Department,
Tears for Fears,
Clear Light,
The Raincoats,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
A Certain Ratio,
The Alarm Clocks,
Alison Limerick,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Five Americans,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Curtis Mayfield,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.