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 Costa Rica and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Vladislav Delay to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator 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 oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
The Last Poets,
John Foxx,
The Skatalites,
CMW,
Bizarre Inc.,
Joe Smooth,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Yusef Lateef,
Lower 48,
Byron Stingily,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Happenings,
L. Decosne,
Pussy Galore,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jandek,
The Knickerbockers,
Brand Nubian,
Quando Quango,
Mark Hollis,
Derrick Morgan,
Mandrill,
Vainqueur,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Spoonie Gee,
Au Pairs,
the Sonics,
Mr. Review,
The Monochrome Set,
K-Klass,
Todd Terry,
The Black Dice,
Aural Exciters,
Quantec,
The Sound,
Easy Going,
The Smiths,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Anakelly,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kevin Saunderson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ossler,
Blake Baxter,
Wings,
Rufus Thomas,
Zero Boys,
Quadrant,
Sonny Sharrock,
Wally Richardson,
U.S. Maple,
The Birthday Party,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.