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 Turkmenistan and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 John Foxx to the dance 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 The Offenders. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and a spring reverb 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 rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Scion,
Mad Mike,
The Pretty Things,
Scratch Acid,
Idris Muhammad,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Swans,
Infiniti,
Pussy Galore,
T. Rex,
Kerri Chandler,
Carl Craig,
The Monochrome Set,
H. Thieme,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eurythmics,
10cc,
Groovy Waters,
Delta 5,
Oneida,
Newcleus,
Josef K,
Pantaleimon,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Symarip,
Alton Ellis,
Derrick Morgan,
Livin' Joy,
Spoonie Gee,
Hasil Adkins,
Bobby Sherman,
Thee Headcoats,
Bill Wells,
Black Moon,
Rekid,
Masters at Work,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
China Crisis,
U.S. Maple,
Sun Ra,
Desert Stars,
Amazonics,
Mr. Review,
Susan Cadogan,
Cecil Taylor,
Robert Hood,
Severed Heads,
Robert Görl,
Glambeats Corp.,
Zero Boys,
Barbara Tucker,
Todd Rundgren,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Average White Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
Harry Pussy,
The Skatalites,
The Young Rascals,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.