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 Laos and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Tubeway Army to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review 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 snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
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,
Bobby Hutcherson,
KRS-One,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
E-Dancer,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dead Boys,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bill Near,
Neil Young,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fear,
Althea and Donna,
Letta Mbulu,
Fad Gadget,
Derrick Morgan,
David Bowie,
Panda Bear,
Grey Daturas,
Toni Rubio,
The Toasters,
Boz Scaggs,
Saccharine Trust,
Joe Finger,
Flash Fearless,
Hardrive,
H. Thieme,
Faust,
Alison Limerick,
Erykah Badu,
Accadde A,
Basic Channel,
Tim Buckley,
Arcadia,
Audionom,
Essential Logic,
New Age Steppers,
DNA,
Parry Music,
Kenny Larkin,
Stetsasonic,
Model 500,
Bobby Byrd,
Flipper,
Bob Dylan,
Andrew Hill,
The Seeds,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Victims,
Public Enemy,
One Last Wish,
Cymande,
Quadrant,
Babytalk,
Matthew Bourne,
Cecil Taylor,
Anakelly,
Sandy B,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Loose Ends,
Soul Sonic Force,
John Coltrane,
Procol Harum,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.