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 Norway and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Godley & Creme to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord 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 theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Grandmaster Flash,
Organ,
The Toasters,
The Techniques,
Eden Ahbez,
Sister Nancy,
June of 44,
Cheater Slicks,
Maurizio,
Hashim,
Black Bananas,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Magma,
Reuben Wilson,
Alice Coltrane,
Donald Byrd,
Tom Boy,
JFA,
Japan,
Graham Central Station,
The Gories,
Brick,
Archie Shepp,
Funky Four + One,
The Neon Judgement,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ten City,
Simply Red,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ohio Players,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Q65,
Barclay James Harvest,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Aloha Tigers,
Idris Muhammad,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Thompson Twins,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Harry Pussy,
The Count Five,
Hot Snakes,
Minny Pops,
The Slackers,
Pole,
Jandek,
Flamin' Groovies,
Don Cherry,
Moby Grape,
The Grass Roots,
The Saints,
Eric Dolphy,
Alison Limerick,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Trumans Water,
Technova,
Glenn Branca,
The Modern Lovers,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.