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 Austria and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the rap 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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer and a güiro 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 mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Dark Day,
Negative Approach,
Boredoms,
Lou Christie,
John Foxx,
Subhumans,
Don Cherry,
Freddie Wadling,
Siglo XX,
Cal Tjader,
Amazonics,
Thompson Twins,
Sällskapet,
The Tremeloes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kaleidoscope,
DNA,
Banda Bassotti,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Angry Samoans,
Andrew Hill,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Grey Daturas,
Khruangbin,
LL Cool J,
Gang Green,
Wally Richardson,
Sex Pistols,
DJ Sneak,
Sun City Girls,
The Young Rascals,
Popol Vuh,
Scan 7,
Isaac Hayes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lee Hazlewood,
Erykah Badu,
Funky Four + One,
Alton Ellis,
Average White Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gang Starr,
Leonard Cohen,
World's Most,
The Modern Lovers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
L. Decosne,
KRS-One,
Kas Product,
The Music Machine,
Y Pants,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Happenings,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Yusef Lateef,
Marshall Jefferson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Birthday Party,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.