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 Sweden and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Matthew Bourne to the jazz 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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Mojo Men,
JFA,
Boredoms,
Sixth Finger,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sun City Girls,
The Seeds,
Oblivians,
Slave,
Piero Umiliani,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Echospace,
Laurel Aitken,
Freddie Wadling,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nation of Ulysses,
Cybotron,
OOIOO,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Leaves,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Peter & Gordon,
Fad Gadget,
Porter Ricks,
Cluster,
Bill Near,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Soft Cell,
Moebius,
Arthur Verocai,
David Axelrod,
The United States of America,
The Music Machine,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Drive Like Jehu,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Moss Icon,
Chris & Cosey,
Mission of Burma,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Hot Snakes,
Cecil Taylor,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
8 Eyed Spy,
Black Pus,
Radiohead,
The Fall,
Young Marble Giants,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Names,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mandrill,
Vainqueur,
K-Klass,
The Gories,
Eddi Front,
Buzzcocks,
Deadbeat,
Skriet,
Chrome,
Half Japanese,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.