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 Saudi Arabia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Flamin' Groovies to the jazz 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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Marmalade,
Eden Ahbez,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Soulsonic Force,
Tom Boy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Popol Vuh,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Techniques,
The Knickerbockers,
The Smiths,
David Axelrod,
Grandmaster Flash,
Dave Gahan,
Gichy Dan,
The Busters,
Rekid,
June of 44,
Little Man,
Lower 48,
Jawbox,
Tropical Tobacco,
Interpol,
Neu!,
The Durutti Column,
Parry Music,
Whodini,
The Monks,
New Order,
Rufus Thomas,
Jacques Brel,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Remains,
DJ Sneak,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bobby Womack,
Swans,
Aswad,
FM Einheit,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tomorrow,
Black Moon,
Sexual Harrassment,
Animal Collective,
Crispian St. Peters,
Darondo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Freddie Wadling,
Rosa Yemen,
Nico,
Grauzone,
Outsiders,
Aural Exciters,
Blake Baxter,
Joe Smooth,
Eric Dolphy,
Barry Ungar,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.