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 Oman and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Traffic Nightmare to the rap 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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
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,
Bad Manners,
The Young Rascals,
Kurtis Blow,
Boredoms,
Stetsasonic,
The Fugs,
Robert Wyatt,
Black Bananas,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Real Kids,
Section 25,
Quantec,
Joy Division,
Reuben Wilson,
This Heat,
Schoolly D,
Dave Gahan,
Terry Callier,
Curtis Mayfield,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Derrick Morgan,
The Index,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rosa Yemen,
Essential Logic,
D'Angelo,
Bobby Sherman,
Funky Four + One,
The Busters,
Barrington Levy,
Stereo Dub,
Byron Stingily,
Frankie Knuckles,
Quadrant,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Man Parrish,
Zapp,
Gichy Dan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Icehouse,
The Trojans,
Yaz,
The Five Americans,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eric Dolphy,
Jawbox,
The Standells,
Aswad,
The Shadows of Knight,
JFA,
Visage,
David Axelrod,
Max Romeo,
Skriet,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Siglo XX,
Motorama,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rekid,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.