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 Azerbaijan and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin 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 güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Cybotron,
Patti Smith,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Archie Shepp,
Gang of Four,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gang Gang Dance,
Roxette,
Fatback Band,
Roxy Music,
Al Stewart,
Rosa Yemen,
Reuben Wilson,
Blake Baxter,
June of 44,
Isaac Hayes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bluetip,
Angry Samoans,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Vladislav Delay,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Blancmange,
The Fire Engines,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jawbox,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Walker Brothers,
Freddie Wadling,
Joey Negro,
EPMD,
The Music Machine,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
B.T. Express,
Malaria!,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Quando Quango,
Rod Modell,
Eurythmics,
Mad Mike,
Erasure,
The Stooges,
The Slits,
Rhythm & Sound,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dennis Brown,
Urselle,
The Wake,
Traffic Nightmare,
Don Cherry,
Aloha Tigers,
Tim Buckley,
Dorothy Ashby,
K-Klass,
Pantaleimon,
Amon Düül II,
Harpers Bizarre,
Khruangbin,
The Red Krayola,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.