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 Andorra and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 chamberlin 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 MC5 to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
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,
Johnny Clarke,
Robert Wyatt,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rotary Connection,
The Buckinghams,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Essential Logic,
Crispy Ambulance,
Slave,
The Monochrome Set,
The Move,
Sun City Girls,
Johnny Osbourne,
kango's stein massive,
Toni Rubio,
Judy Mowatt,
Dead Boys,
Scientists,
A Certain Ratio,
Easy Going,
The American Breed,
Motorama,
The Misunderstood,
Minny Pops,
The Grass Roots,
Quadrant,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Icehouse,
Darondo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jeru the Damaja,
Grauzone,
The Velvet Underground,
Young Marble Giants,
Freddie Wadling,
10cc,
The Detroit Cobras,
Echospace,
K-Klass,
The Standells,
Newcleus,
Skaos,
Zero Boys,
Pantaleimon,
The Leaves,
Wings,
Gang Starr,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kurtis Blow,
H. Thieme,
Cameo,
The Fall,
China Crisis,
Livin' Joy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sixth Finger,
Maurizio,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.