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 Moldova and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Slave 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe 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 oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
The Move,
These Immortal Souls,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Joy Division,
Panda Bear,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Robert Görl,
Peter and Kerry,
Quantec,
The Associates,
Ultra Naté,
Ronnie Foster,
Thee Headcoats,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
Liliput,
Bob Dylan,
This Heat,
The Golliwogs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Chris & Cosey,
the Association,
Radiohead,
Jawbox,
Alton Ellis,
Mandrill,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Don Cherry,
Robert Wyatt,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Brothers Johnson,
Second Layer,
Jacob Miller,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Flesh Eaters,
Terry Callier,
Grauzone,
U.S. Maple,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bang On A Can,
the Bar-Kays,
Davy DMX,
Mission of Burma,
Rhythm & Sound,
Arcadia,
The Knickerbockers,
Kaleidoscope,
OOIOO,
Black Bananas,
Fela Kuti,
Moebius,
Cluster,
Tommy Roe,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Walker Brothers,
Lou Reed,
Marcia Griffiths,
Anthony Braxton,
Idris Muhammad,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Procol Harum,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.