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 Lebanon and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 Glasgow and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the 808 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
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,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sugar Minott,
The Litter,
Agent Orange,
The Cosmic Jokers,
L. Decosne,
Marcia Griffiths,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cal Tjader,
Bobby Byrd,
Charles Mingus,
Oblivians,
Soft Cell,
Wasted Youth,
Shuggie Otis,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nas,
Laurel Aitken,
Soulsonic Force,
Little Man,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Basic Channel,
The Moody Blues,
cv313,
Unrelated Segments,
Au Pairs,
The Birthday Party,
Minutemen,
Bill Near,
Underground Resistance,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sun Ra,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Marine Girls,
Warren Ellis,
Mantronix,
Inner City,
The Dirtbombs,
The American Breed,
La Düsseldorf,
Grey Daturas,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fat Boys,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Move,
Fatback Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ludus,
The Associates,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Names,
Sight & Sound,
Bootsy Collins,
U.S. Maple,
The Zeros,
Anakelly,
Scott Walker,
Erasure,
The Fuzztones,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.