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 Uruguay and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mumbai.
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 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 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 Sun Ra to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron 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 arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Lebanon Hanover,
Heaven 17,
The Dirtbombs,
Peter & Gordon,
Blossom Toes,
B.T. Express,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ice-T,
Icehouse,
Isaac Hayes,
T. Rex,
Juan Atkins,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fad Gadget,
The Cure,
Mad Mike,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cecil Taylor,
Ronan,
Bauhaus,
Animal Collective,
Archie Shepp,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rites of Spring,
Sight & Sound,
Marmalade,
New York Dolls,
Country Teasers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Blancmange,
Scrapy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Oblivians,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gichy Dan,
Interpol,
Moss Icon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rotary Connection,
China Crisis,
X-102,
Leonard Cohen,
Ituana,
The Velvet Underground,
Lyres,
Amazonics,
Lakeside,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Godley & Creme,
Joey Negro,
Accadde A,
The Mummies,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pagans,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.