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 Comoros and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lagos.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Second Layer to the crunk 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 Busters. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
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,
Warsaw,
Rhythm & Sound,
New York Dolls,
Matthew Halsall,
Cameo,
Ultimate Spinach,
Neil Young,
Slick Rick,
Kerri Chandler,
Radiohead,
T. Rex,
Animal Collective,
Boredoms,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rosa Yemen,
Soft Machine,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fela Kuti,
Ultravox,
Zero Boys,
Jandek,
Y Pants,
Henry Cow,
Max Romeo,
The Golliwogs,
The Electric Prunes,
The Move,
Supertramp,
Rapeman,
cv313,
Ken Boothe,
Johnny Clarke,
Scott Walker,
Lakeside,
FM Einheit,
Bill Near,
Camouflage,
Pere Ubu,
Gang Gang Dance,
Reagan Youth,
the Germs,
Robert Hood,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Second Layer,
This Heat,
ABC,
The Smiths,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sandy B,
DNA,
Metal Thangz,
Q and Not U,
T.S.O.L.,
Youth Brigade,
Average White Band,
Pussy Galore,
Sparks,
Young Marble Giants,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
E-Dancer,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.