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 Laos and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
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,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pole,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Von Mondo,
A Certain Ratio,
Altered Images,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Delon & Dalcan,
Malaria!,
Marc Almond,
Spandau Ballet,
Television,
The Fall,
Deadbeat,
8 Eyed Spy,
One Last Wish,
Freddie Wadling,
Marshall Jefferson,
Grauzone,
Glenn Branca,
Surgeon,
Gang of Four,
Youth Brigade,
Rapeman,
Minutemen,
Janne Schatter,
The Cramps,
Kerri Chandler,
Zapp,
Drexciya,
Terrestrial Tones,
Danielle Patucci,
Swell Maps,
Gang Gang Dance,
Second Layer,
Jeff Mills,
Blancmange,
Patti Smith,
The American Breed,
Boz Scaggs,
Chrome,
Jeff Lynne,
Parry Music,
Ohio Players,
Aural Exciters,
Public Image Ltd.,
Loose Ends,
The Dave Clark Five,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mr. Review,
The Evens,
Funky Four + One,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Sonics,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Neon Judgement,
Harpers Bizarre,
Trumans Water,
The Fire Engines,
Japan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.