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 Malaysia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Mars to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet 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 snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
John Holt,
Procol Harum,
Scratch Acid,
In Retrospect,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Minnie Riperton,
The Fall,
Aswad,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ludus,
Make Up,
Delta 5,
Peter & Gordon,
Prince Buster,
The Electric Prunes,
Kenny Larkin,
Sound Behaviour,
kango's stein massive,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Carl Craig,
Ornette Coleman,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sex Pistols,
Archie Shepp,
Arab on Radar,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nico,
ABC,
Lindisfarne,
Freddie Wadling,
Pylon,
Drexciya,
Mary Jane Girls,
Accadde A,
Roy Ayers,
Black Bananas,
Jeff Lynne,
The Doors,
Pharoah Sanders,
John Cale,
Quantec,
Godley & Creme,
The Mojo Men,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Human League,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Move,
Vladislav Delay,
June Days,
Dave Gahan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Hot Snakes,
Andrew Hill,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Saints,
The Pretty Things,
Interpol,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.