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 Gambia and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Altered Images to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 theremin and a sitar 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 linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Leonard Cohen,
Arcadia,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lindisfarne,
Adolescents,
James White and The Blacks,
The Wake,
F. McDonald,
Angry Samoans,
The Divine Comedy,
The Grass Roots,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Derrick Morgan,
The Beau Brummels,
Scan 7,
One Last Wish,
Frankie Knuckles,
Black Moon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Marvin Gaye,
Minnie Riperton,
The Buckinghams,
Stereo Dub,
The Music Machine,
The Gories,
Archie Shepp,
Lalann,
Index,
Guru Guru,
Lucky Dragons,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Johnny Clarke,
X-102,
Nico,
Jesper Dahlback,
Section 25,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ultravox,
the Slits,
The Busters,
Underground Resistance,
Judy Mowatt,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cameo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rosa Yemen,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kevin Saunderson,
Neu!,
Bob Dylan,
The Human League,
Juan Atkins,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lakeside,
Jerry's Kids,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Skarface,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.